Nov. 18, Feast of St. Rose Philippine Duchesne, a French nun of the Order of the Sacred Heart who became a missionary to the Potawatomi in America at the age of 71. Her convent was a wigwam, and the Indians called her "the woman who always prays." She is patroness against the opposition of Church authorities.
Today, I am. . .
Feeling . . . better. Almost energetic. Saturday I woke up feeling OK for the first time in nine days. Also, agitated at the unfailing humidity.
Seeing . . . all of the ridiculously cute and affordable clothing I stockpiled for the Squirt for the winter. They're size 3, so they'll last through next year! Poor child has looked like a ragamuffin for the past year or so, what with hand-me-downs and the distinctive lack of attractive and fashionable toddler boy clothes for reasonable prices. I got him three sweaters, a cardigan, a polo, a long-sleeved polo, and four pairs of non-jean pants! All right!
Next time, maybe I'll even buy something for me!
Smelling . . . the Squirt's lavender bedtime body wash. Soothing.
Tasting . . . rosemary and thyme, sauteed with mushrooms, onions, and garlic in olive oil for our dinner.
Listening . . . to the tumble and click of the sheets in the dryer. Monday is my day to clean the bedroom, and that means wash day!
Grateful . . . to have good spells in-between my poor health. And for the poor health, too, so that I can offer it for souls.
Reading . . . Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I have a theory that if I agreed to read Twilight or another favorite of Jenna's, I'd actually read Harry Potter for once! When you've made a commitment to do something, why is everything else so tempting?
Loving . . . the latest updates to Picmonkey.
Hoping . . . for a secret hope. <3
See more sensory notes at Masha's.