Dear Single Grad Student

It is now time for another rendition of “Dear Single Grad Student.” I would really rather have “Dear Abbé” (no offense, SGS), so, if there are any Abbés out there who would like to have a segment on this oh-so-popular blog, please let me know. It would help if I knew you, you were funny, and got permission from your superiors.  I just KNOW you could answer questions about the returning cappa magna and larger than life catafalques.  On to the letter!

Dear Single Grad Student,

What is the best way to get out those stubborn grease stains from clothes?

Signed,
The Laundress

Dear The Laundress,

One of the following five usually works for me:
1) Buy a new shirt.
2) Wear sweaters over stained pieces of clothing so that no one will see.
3) Become an Abbé so that you will always wear black and no one will know if you have spilled anything.
4) Pray a novena.
5) Give the stained article of clothing to Mrs.K to wash for you.

I hope this helps.

Signed,
Single Grad Student

Spoonlighting II

I follow the blog of a girl who has taken it upon herself to cook her way through The Silver Spoon, the Italian equivalent to The Joy of Cooking.  It’s ambitious, for sure.

Here is my cooking/baking post for the day.  I am going to give Miss Spoonlighting a run for her money!

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YUM!

Gaudete!

I just love the Latin word gaudete.  Part of that stems from the fact that I’m somewhat of a nerd and part of it stems from the fact that I want more “gaudete” in my life and in others’ lives.  Gaudete can mean joyful or anything that has the word “joy” in it.

Gaudete Sunday is the 3rd week of Advent where rose colored vestments are worn, anticipating the birth of Christ.  The rose colored vestments are also worn on the 4th Sunday of Lent which is called Laetare Sunday, anticipating the resurrection of Christ! 

But why stop there?  I want every day to be a gaudete day. Gaudete week?  Perfect.  Gaudete month? No problem.  I am on a quest to bring gaudete into my and my husband’s life, my children’s lives, and into the lives of my friends and family.  I see a lack of it everywhere, even in lives of those who SHOULD be joyful. That seems to be a pity, doesn’t it?

Step 1:  Increase prayer life.  That’s always a “duh” but I don’t follow through the way I’d like.
Step 2:  Find examples of saints or regular joes who brought or bring people joy.
Step 3:  Implement said examples.  Yikes.  Have I mentioned I’m lazy?

I needed to hear this…

Emphasis mine.

“When we realize how special the gifts are that we intend to give to our children, we will not be surprised by the difficulty that we face in doing so. Parenting with the goals we have as parents, is exhausting work. Wouldn’t it be easy to drop your kids off at a local school, go off to work with adults all day, pick them up after work, have a dinner together (maybe) then send them to their rooms to play video games, watch TV and finally fall asleep? Surely, the world’s way is easier. What makes our way hard is that it is opposed by every evil thing around us. This is why we are offered eternal rewards by God for doing this work…because it is impossible. Only a man or woman who trusts in God’s help would even dare to undertake the work. We have to learn to embrace the difficulty and realize that our salvation is in that difficulty.”

WM

It’s On My To-Do List: The greatest of these…

I was reading one of my favorite blogs (favorite as in, wow, she writes so well) and she hit on a theme that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. Charity.

It seems that Madame Delena has hit a snag in her idea to collect coats for the needy. The snag was simply the words of someone telling her she might have a hard time getting people to cooperate. While that may be true I told her she should go along with it. Different people have different ideas of charity. Some give gobs (or a little) of their money. Some volunteer non-stop. Some believe their vocation unto itself is charity.

I remember somewhere in the depths of my addled brain a story about a priest who would make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches daily for the hungry. Apparently this was a lot of work and he did not receive much help. He received a substantial check from a man who thought his generousity would be appreciated by the priest. The priest returned the check stating, “Make your own sandwiches.” Or something like that…

There’s also the story about the boy standing on a starfish-laden beach, throwing the starfish one by one into the sea to save them from their certain death. A man comes upon the boy and says, “You cannot possibly save all of these starfish. There are thousands of them! It doesn’t matter!” “It matters to that one,” the boy replies as he throws another into the waves.

I prefer the second story to the first. Perhaps I don’t like the way the priest is behaving. Perhaps I want the rich man to get into the trenches. Perhaps I *am* that rich man (minus the riches). I would think any well-run charitable organization or a one-person-coat-collecting-charity can attest that money is important, but the actions speak louder