The Eighth Day

We are living in this eighth day eternal world. We are always in the eighth day.


When we go to the Liturgy we are in eternity (and) heaven is on earth.


We’re already now with the Resurrected One. His eternity is present among us. His eternal life has broken into our world of time and is present and active among us.


--Dr Arthur Just, commenting on Luke 19, April 7, 2010 on Issues Etc

Friday, July 25, 2008

Sleeping bag tote
















Need: DD2 and I are going to "She & Me" (mom & daughter) Girl scout camp this weekend and we have to carry our gear nearly 1/4 mile from the parking area to our campsite. Sleeping bags are always so bulky and hard to handle.
Inspiration: The drawstring shoebags my daughters have.
Result: Drawstring fleece bags that can be worn as backpacks or satchel-style. There is enough extra room to hold a sleeping mat or blanket and small pillow, or everything a kid needs for a sleepover.


Supplies:
3/4 yard acrylic fleece (60"x42")
2 straps, 2 yards each, made of fleece, nylon strap, braid, etc








Directions:
1. Fold fleece (RS inside) and sew sides to form a bag. Use selvedges for open end of bag.

2. Make 4 buttonholes, 4.5" from edge and 1" from seams and slice buttonholes open.







3. Turn bag RS out. Fold under 3" toward inside for casing. Sew casing completely shut.








4. Thread straps through buttonholes. Strap A enters at 4:00, travels clockwise to 2:00, and exits. Strap B enters at 10:00 and travels clockwise to 8:00.
5. Attach both ends of straps to lower corners of bag.

Evaluation: I considered these prototypes, so I didn't try to make them look nice. I'm pleased with the results; now I wish I would have been a bit neater with the straps. To make this quicker and more thrifty, I think an XL adult t-shirt with sleeves sewn shut and cut off could stand in for the fleece bag.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Two Recent Reads

Last weekend I read The Last Tycoon by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The novel is unfinished and published in 1941 with the author's outlines and notes to fill out the story. Here is an extensive NYTimes Review. I enjoyed the book and rather liked the abrupt end.
The book is set in 1930's Hollywood. The protagonist, Morgan Stahr, is a widower and workaholic in his late 30's. The book is narrated by Cecelia, who is a college student and daughter of Stahr's coworker. Looking at middle age life and dating through the eyes of a young adult is a thoughtful, unique perspective that enhances the story. The book is a fascinating glimpse into Depression Era Hollywood and wealth. Advisory: the book contains a couple of affairs with encounters that may have been racy in 1941. They are not excessively graphic (tame by today's standards), but make the book inappropriate for children.

In June I read The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot, written in 1860 and set in the 1830's. I read an antique copy from 1920.
The story follows Maggie, the protagonist, and her brother Tom, through childhood, then revisits them as young adults.
Maggie is a trouble-maker and tomboy as a child. She would prefer to be a boy entering a profession. Her mother ignores her and her father indulges her, so she receives insufficient guidance and "street sense" to function as a woman in the society of her day. Tom is athletic has a rigid sense of right and wrong. He would prefer to be a mechanic or engineer, but his father pushes him toward law or clerical work.
The story itself is good enough, but in my opinion, the book is unnecessarily long and filled with Ms. Eliot's asides. She follows the Jane Austen template of a small-town family and their circle of acquaintances, their love lives and their gossip. Unlike Ms. Austen's novels, however, The Mill on the Floss is melodramatic and implausibly tragic. ("Soap opera" comes to mind.)
I had difficulty sympathizing with Maggie. I felt Ms. Eliot was using her solely to teach a lesson about that society's role for women and the ostricization the author must have felt because of her own lifestyle, rather than developing Maggie into a realistic character. That might be a worthwhile theme, but it doesn't lend itself to an enjoyable novel. I would recommend this book only to those who enjoy George Eliot's style or who are prepared to skim a lot.