That was the main reason why I posted that last bit.
My father's keyboard is weird.
He's gone out to an awards ceremony. It's "dead week" here on campus, right before finals week, and since he's a math professor, he gets to attend all the functions, etc. Sometimes he has to go to graduations, and then we get to see him all dressed up in his gown with the silk sleeves. But he doesn't have to do that very often anymore.
It's really windy here, out of the east. There are big thunderheads massing in the north, but I have a feeling that they'll be "all muster and no march"- that is, impressive to look at, but empty of rain. Rain is what we need right now. There always seems to be too little of it here. My flute teacher complains about how harsh the climate is since she came from a state where it rains practically all the time. I don't mind the harshness so much: nowhere else that I know can you have the delightful combination of wide open hills and deep valleys full of trees. Our town is in a valley full of trees and streams, where there's always water lying in the creekbeds, even in the summer, when the water is stagnant and covered with fluff from the cottonwood trees. I love the wildflowers here. When the coreopsis blooms in June, the green fields are covered with a golden blanket that seems to absorb the sun and spread it like thick butter across the green grass. Then there are always the Indian paintbrush, the black-eyed Susan, the bachelor's buttons, the snow-on-the-mountain, and the Indian blankets that bloom along the roadsides.
But I do mind the harsh climate when it's the middle of August, and there's no rain, and the temperature is in the hundreds for days on end, and the sky is rimmed with a bronze crown of dust blown from the fields.
It's at times like that that my heart aches to live in a place where I don't have to see the land suffer through summer.
27 April 2005
26 April 2005
another word of recognition (did this get published the first time, or not?)
Since I'm still wandering around in here, trying to figure all this out, here's my word of recognition yet again: to J.D., for doing so well in the art contests. Between winning first and third place, he'll get fifty dollars- enough to buy one of those LOTR miniature sets. Which means that when he has it, I'll get to go down in his basement and ooh and aah over how carefully he's painted it- as long as it's a good guy miniature (Elves, Rohirrim, Gondorians, hobbits). No orcs or black riders for me. He has this really incredible Elf miniature that carries a beautiful flag, with all the intricate stars and patterns meticulously done in gold and green and blue.
another word of recognition
J.D. not only took third place this month in a local art contest, but also won first place in another contest. He's known in our church for his incredible skill at drawing, so congratulations to him!
25 April 2005
still working on this....
Please bear with me while I try to figure out the in's-and-out's of posting on here! It'll probably take me a while to get established.
In the meantime, here is an introduction to the members of my immediate family. I have several close friends who might as well be my sisters, but they'll appear on here sooner or later anyway.
My parents, father and mother, of course, come first. My father is a math teacher, and my mother has taught myself and my siblings at home for our entire lives so far. She majored in chemistry in college, but she's done a grand job of teaching us and has been quite willing to cater to our own personal interests, so I can't complain.
Brother1 and brother2 are both younger than me, and they love basketball and computer games.
Daisy, my sister, has lovely long hair that falls in a thick, heavy veil past her waist. She won't let anyone cut it, and she goes around with it down whenever she can, showing it off. She loves to work in the garden, bake cookies, and do home-maker sorts of things- all those activities except cleaning house.
Last of all, a word of congratulation to Pippin and Pervinca, two of my friends, who both did very, very well in the National Latin Exam this year. But just wait till you meet the subjunctive! :)
In the meantime, here is an introduction to the members of my immediate family. I have several close friends who might as well be my sisters, but they'll appear on here sooner or later anyway.
My parents, father and mother, of course, come first. My father is a math teacher, and my mother has taught myself and my siblings at home for our entire lives so far. She majored in chemistry in college, but she's done a grand job of teaching us and has been quite willing to cater to our own personal interests, so I can't complain.
Brother1 and brother2 are both younger than me, and they love basketball and computer games.
Daisy, my sister, has lovely long hair that falls in a thick, heavy veil past her waist. She won't let anyone cut it, and she goes around with it down whenever she can, showing it off. She loves to work in the garden, bake cookies, and do home-maker sorts of things- all those activities except cleaning house.
Last of all, a word of congratulation to Pippin and Pervinca, two of my friends, who both did very, very well in the National Latin Exam this year. But just wait till you meet the subjunctive! :)
First Post
This is my place to talk about whatever I've been thinking about or whatever's been going on in my life.
The name came from a quote by Abraham Kuyper in his book, Lectures on Calvinism, "Calvinism and the Future":
Unless God send forth His Spirit, there will be no turn, and fearfully rapid will be the descent of the waters. But you remember the Aeolian Harp, which men were wont to place outside their casement, that the breeze might wake its music into life. Until the wind blew, the harp remained silent, while, again, even though the wind arose, if the harp did not lie in readiness, a rustling of the breeze might be heard, but not a single not of ethereal music delighted the ear. Now, let Calvinism be nothing but such an Aeolian Harp,- absolutely powerless, as it is, without the quickening Spirit of God- still we feel it our God-given duty to keep our harp, its strings tuned aright, ready in the window of God’s Holy Zion, awaiting the breath of the Spirit.
My purpose on here is to seek to glorify God through what I write, to make myself His aeolian harp so that when He chooses to work through me I shall be ready, by His grace.
The name came from a quote by Abraham Kuyper in his book, Lectures on Calvinism, "Calvinism and the Future":
Unless God send forth His Spirit, there will be no turn, and fearfully rapid will be the descent of the waters. But you remember the Aeolian Harp, which men were wont to place outside their casement, that the breeze might wake its music into life. Until the wind blew, the harp remained silent, while, again, even though the wind arose, if the harp did not lie in readiness, a rustling of the breeze might be heard, but not a single not of ethereal music delighted the ear. Now, let Calvinism be nothing but such an Aeolian Harp,- absolutely powerless, as it is, without the quickening Spirit of God- still we feel it our God-given duty to keep our harp, its strings tuned aright, ready in the window of God’s Holy Zion, awaiting the breath of the Spirit.
My purpose on here is to seek to glorify God through what I write, to make myself His aeolian harp so that when He chooses to work through me I shall be ready, by His grace.
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