As Far As I Can See And Do…

…I’ll try my best to plan.

I’m a stickler for ideals, but I know that I can only accomplish so much at a given time.  A few months ago I mentioned studying for CLEP tests.  I never ended up taking any CLEP tests and it turns out they won’t really benefit me now.  I think I made a mistake in the CLEP decision - I was trying to use CLEP to get out of studying a subject I wasn’t particularly good at: math.  I put all my energies into attempting to pass the mathematics exam just so I wouldn’t have to study that subject in college.

It would have made far better sense to focus on the subjects that are my strengths and get worthy credit for them instead.  I would have had at least 4 exams down, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about the math.  They say if you tend to struggle in a subject you should just go ahead and take the college course in it anyway instead of trying to get credit for something you aren’t even that good at.  When I look back on that, it is so blatantly obvious!  What was I thinking?  I just blew away the time hoping that I would get out of having to study my least favorite subject.  You can only take two tests per test date and only nine students can get in at one time - and the last date is December 17th - and I’ve already registered for college courses, so CLEPing out of them would be pointless because I’m scheduled to take them anyway.  Besides, JSU told me they have some rule about earning “quality points” after you take credit by examination exams in order to receive full credit…so, whatever.  Just a word of warning to all of you (and my siblings) - don’t make the mistake I made!  Work to earn credit for something you excel at first and work on perfecting your weaknesses later when it comes to credit by examination tests.

As for college, all of my Spring 2009 Semester classes will be online.  My current plan is to major in History and minor in Political Science.  My courses will be American History, English, Geography and American Government (LORD willing and I can get into that class - I’m still waiting).  Introduction to Theatre Arts is another possible class I might enroll in.

Meanwhile, I plan to spend the month of December completing my screenplay revision and updating our Fair Hills Farm website to sell our e-books, seminar talks, etc. (check out the Girlhood Home Companion website as well - mp3 downloads and CDs are coming soon!).

~Amanda~

November 24th, 2008, posted by Amanda Read

Homestead Style Suspense

Rex

Rex

The Abbotts came in town Wednesday afternoon, right after Mom and I spoke at the Mother Daughter Cherished Lessons Webinar (which went very well, by the way).  It was an anticipated visit that was certain to advance our mediocre yet thoroughly entertaining film project, along with usual fun and fellowship.

Thursday morning was spent filming.  Thursday afternoon was spent knitting and taking a tour of weaving, etc. at Mrs. Nancy Lee’s home down the street.  Thursday evening was spent with the guys at the SCV meeting with a 19th century weapons display, while the girls where at home chatting.  A cookout at home soon followed (Dad’s cousin Nathan came over for that too).

Friday morning, Dad came inside and said that Rex looked sick.  I stepped outside to see our dog looking perfectly happy and normal, but then have a strange coughing/wheezing/gagging fit that lasted a few seconds and then disappeared.  This showed up roughly every 10, 15 minutes or so.  He didn’t seem terribly ill, but just had a horrible asthmatic sort of respiratory attack routinely.

At first I worried about the worst possible scenario: heartworms, which has coughing as a symptom.  But Rex, three years old, had never been sick in his life and was rarely in the company of other dogs which might have their disease spread by mosquito bites.  His collar wasn’t too tight, so that wasn’t the problem.  I wondered if perhaps he had swallowed a toad, since he often taunts toads for sport, only to gag himself on their toxic excretions.  I then wondered if perhaps someone had sprayed him with pepper spray.  He did have a lot of grease on his head, but we assumed that he got that from sticking his head under the grill while the hamburgers were cooking so he could lap up dripping grease.

I knew that one of the ladies who routinely stop by to check the meter is deathly afraid of dogs, and even though Rex is the most obnoxiously sweet and gentle dog anyone could ever know, his well-rehearsed “Who goes there?” salute would throw the woman into a frenzy.  But we didn’t even know if she came by that morning, so he could have come in contact with dangerous chemicals in some other odd way, such as crossing someone’s property.

I got out Juliette de Bairacli Levy’s book on natural dog and cat care to find respiratory remedies.  Mom, Ms. Lindy and I tried giving him various remedies - everything from our horseradish/ginger/garlic/apple cider vinegar, etc. super tonic to eucalyptus to honey/minced garlic/apple cider vinegar on bread.  I started asking questions on the internet regarding Rex’s symptoms.  When I asked on Yahoo! Answers I got quick responses telling me, “We can’t diagnose your dog online. You need to take your dog to the vet.  Get off your computer.”  That wasn’t particularly helpful.

The Abbotts were scheduled to leave early that afternoon.  Angela (age 10) asked and prayed to stay longer, but the schedule seemed pretty much set.  We all said our goodbyes, and the Abbotts drove off, leaving us Reads with our poor dog’s condition still unresolved.

Awhile later Mom got a phone call from Ms. Lindy.  Ms. Lindy said that while they were on the road she happened to touch her finger to her left eye and it began to burn.  The allergic reaction spread over her whole face and respiratory system, so much so that she didn’t think should could make the drive back to Tennessee (Mr. Abbott didn’t come for this visit).  She traced the cause of the reaction back to when she pet Rex before getting in the car…meaning that the pepper spray theory was very likely after all.

I stroked Rex’s fur again and upon closer examination noticed that the greasiness left a red oil on my fingers.  Abigail, Mary and I decided to go ahead and bathe Rex.  Mom wiped him of with a white towel, and the process left pink and red stains on it.  He apparently had an intense pepper spray dumped on his head and kept reinhaling it whenever he licked his fur.

The Abbotts returned and we had a nice extra evening eating a delicious dinner and munching on cookies.  It was a happy ending to a mysterious homestead style suspense.

~Amanda~

November 16th, 2008, posted by Amanda Read

Mother Daughter Cherished Lessons Seminar

Fall 2008 Issue of GHC

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Wednesday 11/12/08 
9:00 - Cultivating a Teachable Spirit (especially for daughters) - Jill Novak

11:00 - Nurturing the Generations (Good Old-Fashioned Cooking, Everyday and the Holidays, Too!) - Christine and Amanda Read
1:00 - Notebooking Mamaw Style - Cindy Rushston {Note: Cindy Rushton wasn’t able to make it, so Shelley Noonan spoke on Beyond Beautiful Girlhood instead}

3:00 - Building a Gingerbread Cottage of Faith - Heather Wombacher

Thursday 11/14/08
9:00 - Make Your Own Family Recipe Notebook -Jill Novak

11:00 - Remembering Grandma Abbott - Nancy Baetz

1:00 - Have Yourself a Merry Homemade Christmas with The Brookshires - Robin, Breezy and Emily Rose Brookshire

3:00 - Simple Ways to Capture Family Memories this Christmas  – Jill Novak   

 

November 11th, 2008, posted by Amanda Read

Working With Our Hands

Last month, a lady down the street from us, Mrs. Nancy Lee, began giving us knitting lessons.  She has started teaching us all sorts of handicrafts, and plans on eventually teaching us how to weave (she has three looms and a spinning wheel…I can’t wait to get started!).
We first learned how to spool knit (in which you use a small loom and one needle).  The following pictures feature samples of spool knitting.  For my scarf I chose to do the “honey comb” knit.  We are now learning regular knitting (in which you use two needles).  I plan on regular knitting a mauve scarf, while Rachel is working on regular knitting a dish cloth and hopes to get started on spool knitting an emerald green scarf.

My first hand-knit scarf, which I completed on Election Day

Believe me, so many prayers for the nation have been woven into that scarf.  I completed it just after voting on November 4th.  It actually wasn’t that cold in Alabama on that day, but my gold coat matches the red scarf beautifully, so (at my mother’s recommendation) I couldn’t resisting wearing it for the picture.

Abigail loves spool knitting hats.  She made a nice soft brown toboggan for Joseph on his 14th birthday (which was November 2nd).  Mary and Beth modeled for some of Abby’s hats in the picture below.Joseph wearing the hat Abby made for him

Hats that Abigail knitted (modeled by Mary and Beth)

In my spare time I have also worked on portrait painting.

Painting

Painting in detail

I was such a perfectionist about Beth’s mouth that I painted over it after this and tried lengthening her face to make it as realistic as possible.  Everyone else thought that her lips were painted nicely, but I went and ruined them just to start all over.  Now I’m somewhat regretting it.  Jenny Clark’s hair has been an interesting venture, since I have never painted a red headed person before.  It took a brief while to figure out how to make the color look natural without ending up pink, bright red or too orange.  Keep in mind that the stages at which those photos were taken were nowhere near finished - I’ve got quite away to go to make their faces look more accurate!

~Amanda~

November 7th, 2008, posted by Amanda Read

The Wicked Stepsister Reigns

During the 2004 Presidential Election, I wrote the following while considering the possibility of John Kerry winning:

March 11, 2004

“Oh, LORD!  The only way I can see any good in his election would be to scourge a nation that had lost control of her land - which was stolen by her stepsister, Liberal.  But I see that poor America still survives - innocent!  Her mother, Liberty, was fooled - but please let them both be honored once again!  I am writing symbolically (hope I spelled that correctly), but it is true.  It will take novel after novel for me to explain what I mean.  It weighs my heart down - the politics, that is - and I am not even old enough to vote!”

What on earth was I referring to?  A fairy-tale like parable of sorts that I began writing when I was 13 (note: as such, this figment of my youthful imagination isn’t written very well and should have been clarified better, but it is funnier left the way it was originally penned).

INTERNATIONAL MAIDENS

The symbolic story of war between the nations

I - America’s Calling or America The Beautiful

Once there was a woman - young, tall and very beautiful.  She was the envy of all nations because of her wealth and beauty.  She was America, the daughter of Liberty and Sir Justice.  Now I am sure that you have heard of such things as America, Justice and Liberty, but I will introduce you to the people.

Liberty had an elder sister named Augusta.  Augusta became Queen after marrying Sir Monarchy.  Liberty became a princess, though she was often forlorn and not happy with her sister’s ruling.  After awhile she decided to flee to the unknown continent and establish her own country there.

After she escaped, she married Sir Justice, who had agreed to come with her as a guardian.  They had a daughter, and they named her America.  Sir Justice and Lady Liberty were concerned about America’s safety when Britain, the daughter of Sir Monarchy and Queen Augusta, rose up her army against the newly established one of America.  France, a distant relative, brought her army to help protect her.  This was the Revolutionary War.

~~~

The war was won for America, but unfortunately, Sir Justice was murdered afterward by Sir Falter.  Many believed this would be America’s downfall.  Sir Falter was a wicked and cunning man, and he murdered Sir Justice so he could marry the attractive Liberty.  He then pretended to be sympathetic, agreeing with everything that Liberty said, and acting as though he was just like Sir Justice.  Liberty did not know that he had murdered her husband.

She eventually married Sir Falter, not knowing that he was tricking her.  Sir Falter had divorced a former wife, and he had one daughter, who was named Liberal.  Liberal was fairly attractive, but she was spoiled and disrespectful deep within.  But alas, she became America’s stepsister.

From the time America saw her, she felt like despising her.  Liberal was a little younger, but still an overpowering young woman.  She often competed with America as to who had the best views in terms of the world nations.  Liberal also complained to her father that America was treating her unjustly, which was not true.  At times America had to be silent to keep Liberal from going into a rage.

~~~

One evening, when America fell asleep feeling both content and treated unjustly, she had a dream.  The first part of the dream showed Al Qaeda, her most bitter rival, sweeping across the country, killing and destroying with her army and general.  She then saw Iraq, a woman in the Middle East, being beat and whipped by a horrible ruler.  She saw France, who had been a friend to her and Iraq, care nothing of it.

She awoke with a start.  What was happening?  Was it just a dream?  Or was it a vision?  Something bothered America, and she felt as though something had to be done.  The next day, she met with the commanders of the army that protected her and her country.  She told them about the dream she had witnessed.  “That is true,” said Sir Patriot.

The story ends there on paper, but it actually went on in my imagination to reveal that Britain then became a good friend and ally of her cousin America as they fought to rid the world of this evil.  Meanwhile, Liberal turned everyone against them and used the difficult time for America as an opportunity for her to get a foot hold on world power.  It took an entire four more years for her to get closer to her goal, but she was crafty and united in her plan, perhaps unlike the grieving and confused heart of America that was desperately arguing with herself and trying to make up her mind.  My mother and I prayed and fasted all day yesterday, but apparently we were in a smaller minority than we realized.  The CLOWNS vote, uninfluential as it was, is likely fixing to get a trip to the woodshed, and I may very well end up bending over right next to them, biting my tongue to keep from screaming, “See, I told you so.”

But ultimately, I want the story to have a happy ending.  I have a feeling the One True Prince knows what is going on and isn’t impressed with Liberal (the spirit of humanistic liberalism) in the least.  Until the Prince comes, America must pray for her redemption as she slaves away for her stolen inheritance.  I want that inheritance back, and I am willing to fight for it.  One may argue that we have no reason to be frightened, but we have every reason to burn with a righteous jealousy…and with a feeling of guilt.  We were usurped, but perhaps only because we let our guard down.  We had the chance of a lifetime to fight for life and justice on the Supreme Court…and we threw it away.  We are now wounded and weak.  We cannot save ourselves.  Let us pray that by some miracle the LORD will begin preparing righteous Supreme Court Justices that have HIS heart - and that Barack’s heart will be conformed to HIS will.

May the LORD give us the strong, prayerful, respectful and genuine heart that King David had towards King Saul - acknowledging him as an anointed leader, even though his appointment was the result of a bad choice made by the people.

On a final note, just remember that we never know exactly what will happen in the future - not even what will happen tomorrow.  Something might suddenly realign the course of the nation.  But until then, it is time to gird up our loins and get back to the drawing board.  Prepare to be tested unlike you have ever been tested before.

“The king’s heart is like channels of water in the hand of the LORD; He turns it wherever He wishes.”

- Proverbs 21:1

PRAYERS FOR THE NATION AND THE WORLD,

~Amanda Christine Read~

November 5th, 2008, posted by Amanda Read

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