Veronica Boulden

Came home to books on the doorstep. Getting the books I want when I want them is one is the best parts about being a grown up.

Another photo from one of our Group Power team's practices! (As you can see, we set up shop in a spare room upstairs, teaching with an old boom box and sharing the limited weights among ourselves, etc. so we could prepare and keep the material fresh for members.) The fun begins this Saturday!

I have been working through a math textbook. I am actually beginning to enjoy it. I will even choose to do some math when I have free time! Something about doing math is (almost) calming now. It was a source of grief and anxiety when I was young, the fodder for nightmares even after finishing college. There I was back in Mrs. White's class and I hadn't done my homework or I wasn't ready for the test... I used to think I wasn't good at math. Now I begin to see that it was less about me. I didn't have the space and time I needed to pursue it. The television was always on. The kitchen table was always cluttered. I didn't have the reason to. I was only doing it to pass, to get on to the next class so I could pass it, too. A lot of things were like that. There was a lot of doing, but always missing the point. There was learning without understanding. I never considered doing math for its own sake. Now I really just want to know .

I've started a commonplace book. I first heard about these in The Well Educated Mind by Susan Wise Bauer. Apparently, all the cool kids were doing it back in colonial times (including Thomas Jefferson.) A commonplace book is like a journal. Chances are you already have one. It's a blank book where readers write down quotes, pieces of poetry or prose, etc. So far, in mine, I've got quotes from books, notes on books, essays, and Google searches. I've got definitions, Bible verses, etc. I also write down my questions as they come to mind, so that I won't forget to ask them again. I am beginning to think the right questions can be just as important as answers anyway.

I made beef short ribs today. Getting half a grass fed cow every year forces me to do two things. First, in order to know what to tell our butcher, I have to better and better understand the anatomy of a cow and how it is processed into various pieces of meat. That's really interesting. Second, I also have to learn how to cook pieces of meat that I would never go to the store and buy, such as short ribs. Fatty and tough at the same time, I find that short ribs are really difficult to do well. My goal this year was to make them edible, simply. One year, I prepared them using a traditional rib recipe and they were literally swimming in their own grease, so we had to throw them out without even eating them. Another year, I think I just gave them still frozen to my friend who knows how to cook them, so I wouldn't have to bother trying. This year, I par boiled them for about thirty minutes in order to rid them of excess fat, following a friend's advice. Then

We celebrated Avril's seventh birthday today. We had spaghetti, her favorite meal.  We gave her seven modest gifts including new clothes and little toys that she likes to collect.  And then we sang and had cupcakes.  I am thankful for my middle child who makes me feel like a good mom, though I begin to understand she's just naturally easy-going and I have little to do with her good behavior. She is a patient little sister, an attentive big one, and an affectionate daughter to her dad and I.

Today is Easter.  And my joy in the living God overflows.   I delight in many things: my family, friends, my hearth, books, meals, music, work.  But my greatest joy is in the ongoing conversation I have with God through Jesus Christ and because of the presence of the Holy Spirit.   His constant friendship makes my simple life the grandest adventure.  In Him, I find the source of all earthly and eternal joys.  My soul says with the Psalmist, "You are my Lord. Apart from you, I have no good thing."