This past week found me in the possession of:
- A uncooperative, unrepentant computer that went on the blink not once but twice;
- An extremely demanding toddler who was (by all accounts, just ask his siblings) never not nursing; and
- A persistent God Who, on more than one occasion throughout the time leading up to Ash Wednesday, said “Yes, Margaret, you can do this. You can set your blog aside for Lent.”
Note that there are 40 days of Lent, not counting Sundays. As such, today’s post; don’t judge me! My fingers are itching; my mind, too full; and my house, as always, in such a state that I need to escape it–if only briefly–by losing myself in the luxury that’s blogging.
Tomorrow, though, I go away again.
Now I know–I know–that it can and hopefully will be a profitable Lent, and abstaining from this blog will be MUCH easier than, say, the would-be insanity of giving up coffee. I could never go there; I love my family too much.
And…um…I’m not making the very best use of my blogging time, am I? On a more interesting note: Have you seen the movie The King’s Speech? Of course you have, making my husband and me the very last two in the queue who hadn’t.
We went last night.
What a wonderful film.
It is completely deserving of every award it’s received and convinced this Francophile to brush up on her British history. I like history very much, thank you, but I didn’t use to like it at all. Too distracted by boys & beer, I guess.
I blame the 80’s.
Anyway, this is why it intrigued and fascinated me to realize, first of all, that the little girl in the movie was the future Queen Elizabeth II, and second, that the character played by Helena Bonham Carter was the Queen-Mother-To-Be, for heaven’s sake!
I love the Queen Mother; she is soft & plump and has kind eyes. She was also the subject of a wee bit of controversy when, having once commissioned a young painter from the Glasgow School of Art to do her portrait, was portrayed next to an upside-down teacup.
Why not? It seems to suit her, don’t you think?
The artist’s name was Alison Watt. She was a friend of a friend–okay, a boyfriend–of mine, and I was there when the brouhaha all took place.
I was there studying art, allegedly.
Though the boys & beer were much more interesting.
And you wonder why I’m going away during Lent! This soul is in such need of repair.
(To that end, I am really enjoying this website.)
(With a tip of the hat to my friend Molly.)
See you next Sunday! Perhaps! If I’m good.