I’ve been thinking it might be time to bring back this blog.
In some ways, it seems like a weird time to start writing here again, since I have way more reading and writing to do at present than I have in recent memory. There is a stack of books half a meter high on the side table (which isn’t unusual for me) and all of them have to be read basically right now (which is a new development). I’m a fairly fast reader, but becoming a full-time grad student when I already have a full reading life is still going to be a challenge.
Maybe I need to figure out how to read while walking, like I used to do in elementary and middle school. Or maybe this wouldn’t be safe at all, since I’m also still learning how to walk on ice, which is everywhere in patches on the ground and sometimes covering entire swaths of sidewalk.
Anyway, you might start hearing from me again…probably not a lot, and certainly not in polished and witty form…but some words, anyway. I’ll try to write a bit about what I’m doing and learning, what we as a family are doing and learning, and the new places we go and discover. I’ll probably write about how much colder it is here than in Virginia. And otherwise, it will probably be kind of like it was before, when I used to write here – just with the developments of older children and more life experience and possibly a more developed theological lens.
See you around.
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Can you hear me squealing from across many state lines???
I think I can, actually. 🙂
Let me guess: ecclesiology with Kristin Colberg? And psalmody & hymnody with Fr Anthony Ruff? (The former I took during my comps semester; that’s how badly I wanted to take it.) Happy reading!
You guessed correctly! I bet some of those books are still in your library, huh? (I am *so* excited about Vatican II.)
Oh yes! A few of them (the ones that aren’t still in boxes in my parents’ basement) are on my shelf right now, including that book of Vatican II documents which our class discussed over ice cream sundaes at one point, and Ivan Kauffman, on hearing of this, called it “ice cream for the soul.” Good memories provoke run-on sentences. 🙂