Simple Woman’s Daybook

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For Today, November 10, 2008…
Outside My Window

… the bright sun blies the cold temperatures and high winds that have settled on Toronto these past few days.

I am thinking

… about what it would be like to be a

converso

….to be told to either leave a country or convert to another faith.  

I am thankful for

… the opportunity to sing some of the most magnificent music ever written.

From the kitchen.

.. I need to do a grocery run and figure out what to cook this week (not necessarily in that order).

I am wearing

… a white blouse, pale violet cotten v-next sweater, grey trousers, black socks and shoes.

I am creating

… some christmas gifts that must remain a secret for the time being!

I am going

…to throw in a load of laundry so we don’t have no-clean-school-shirts panic again tomorrow morning.

I am reading

…  Doors Open by Ian Rankin.

I am hoping

… that Wilson did well with his dental scaling and possible tooth extraction.

I am hearing

… the clock ticking.  It is unnaturally silent in the house with Wilson at the vet.

Around the house

… the carpets are all in desperate need of the vacuum.

One of my favorite things.

.. is sugared nuts.  In ice cream.  In salads.  With popcorn.  All by themselves.    

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week

: I am planning to head down to Queen’s Park tomorrow for the Remembrance Day service.  I may drp into the ROM afterwards to see Marie-Antoinette’s dress.  I want to get some Christmas shopping done so that I can take gifts with me to Ottawa in a couple of weeks.  

Here is picture thought I am sharing

The Ecstasy of St. Teresa, by Bernini.
Based on the spiritual autobiography of St. Teresa of Avila.
I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron’s point there seemed to be a little fire. … The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying. (Life, XXIX)

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