Reading
I finished Every Eye this morning. A little labyrinth of a book with prose that slows your progress with its beauty. Isobel English was a Catholic. There is some really excellent Catholic chick lit out there: Rumer Godden, Antonia White, Alice Thomas Ellis. Irene Nemirovsky, whom I haven’t read yet, also converted to Catholicism.
Life of St. Teresa, Story of a Soul, Leviticus, Song of Songs, Pascendi, Dante’s Paradiso. Next up in our Carmelite community will be St. Elizabeth of the Trinity!
Time to start a new novel! I have not even begun on the stack of seven books I borrowed from the library two weeks ago. One of those? Something I already own? The possibilities are overwhelming. Yesterday my brother recommended The Women on the Porch by Caroline Gordon. It really looks good. And she also became a Catholic.
Around the house
I’m not thinking about cooking dinner yet because my sister is taking care of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I need to fold clothes today because I was hardly home all weekend and clean laundry has piled up.
My sister is making a “practice” Italian lemon pound cake. Lux!
Beauty in the Ordinary
The weekend was far from ordinary but surpassingly beautiful! My friend entered the cloister and we drove down (South this time) to be there. Dream-like settings: the monastery and the pastoral hill country around it. The Thai restaurant where we had dinner that evening with the friends who drove her to the monastery. Lovely people who spoke Italian with their five year old daughter.
Family gathering on Sunday! My brother is home to visit my parents and will be soon be in the area “to stay.”
Shopping
I found a big Sherlock Holmes book with the original newspaper illustrations, a Shaker cookbook, and two hardback Dorothy Sayers mysteries at a library sale on Friday.