A Little Lenten Humor

Thanks to The Point for, well, pointing this out.Check out Lenten Fare, a humorous look at explaining Lent. It'll make you smile! (You should also know that you too can generate church signs; check out this website.)

Go, Dog, Go

Hi, I'm Carolyn, and I'd like to welcome you to Book Reviews by Carolyn. I liked Go, Dog, Go from the start because it is easy to hold and has a smooth texture. The pages are easy to open and the book is full of dog pictures (but the dogs don't move and they are not furry.) I finished the book quickly, a real page-turner, that one. However, it did make me a little sleepy, so it might serve best as a bedtime story.

Always winter. . . .

I snapped these pictures during the snow yesterday. Though the storm did not live up to all the hype in the warnings, I did see the biggest snowflakes I've ever seen. You can't really tell from the pictures, but the flakes were absolutely enormous! They did not float gently down like autumn leaves. It looked like an entire army was at work in the clouds, flinging them down to the earth as fast as possible, like little snowballs.

What My Degree Didn't Teach

Zoe is one of the writers at The Point, and I enjoyed this article she has written. Made me think of my own soon-to-be-graduating daughter, and her entrance into the big wide world as it were.

The first day of the rest of my life began on July 5, 2005. And for some reason, I felt much older that week than I had ever felt before—or have ever felt since. I climbed the marble steps of the lobby, my pumps clicking as I followed my new boss to the second floor. When we got to the third floor, I heard that ever-incessant clicking of keyboards and the almost jolly jingle of telephones, but all I saw was an unending labyrinth of cube space—almost as if I’d stepped into a horizontal knickknack shelf, each fuzzy gray wall connecting to the next in a seemingly infinite corridor.

Zoe is a good writer, and you really should read the whole article, but the gist of it is

And I even began to learn a few things—things that my college degree never taught me.

I learned that a few days of monotony will always grace my cubicle door.

But I also learned that good friends aren’t simply found in college dorms (they may be in the cube next door).

I learned that my calling comes from filling my small space with excellence—by writing each letter, answering each phone call, and completing each assignment as if it were my last. . .

. . .And, I am learning that the lessons I will be taught here in my 6’x10’ classroom will not be the appendix to the textbook of my life. As it turns out, I’m only in Chapter 2.

Whatever chapter we are in, may we view it as a calling to fill that small space with excellence!

Call me crazy. . .

but I enjoyed watching the baby chicks hatch on Wednesday. I was off for the day, so I would check the egg cam periodically as I puttered around the house. Here is the last picture I saw of the chicks before they were whisked away to farms in advance of an approaching winter storm. (Makes you wonder where they keep this incubator and why a storm would threaten it.) And here are some of my favorite shots of baby chicks emerging. I always did like baby animals!
I know my tribe is small, but if you missed the baby chicks, they are going to put quail eggs in the incubator in a couple weeks and you can watch them on the Egg Cam.