After an excursion to a movie theater to see an opera (because that’s how we do movie theaters, evidently), Fr Pickwick, in raptures, went to great pains to make sure he took full advantage of the opportunity to point out important musical nuances (because Mrs Pickwick has science under control, so he is taking musical… Continue reading Small Pickwicks attend an Opera
Upon my return from an errand, I could not help but notice the screams, whoops, yells, thumps, crashes, and maniacal giggling coming from our basement, presumably originating from small Pickwicks of assorted sizes, and possibly a local circus they had invited in for the afternoon. I posed the following question to Fr. Pickwick: “So, are… Continue reading The Measure of Happiness
The intrepid Pickwickians, always willing to quest into unchartered lands for knowledge, braved a science experiment this week. Mrs. Pickwick does not conduct science experiments on a very regular basis, having an unfortunate lack of forethought and apparently the only pantry that is never stocked with “everyday things everyone has in the kitchen.” The usual… Continue reading An Inspiring Homeschool Post: Mrs Pickwick on Science
Fr. Pickwick commented on the wide range of job skills he needed the other day, as he went downstairs to start a woodworking project for the church, after serving Liturgy in the morning, then creating the weekly bulletin, and posting an article online: “Being a priest is an odd job, you know.” I thought about… Continue reading It’s an Odd Job, Indeed
Lo, the dread imbalance of domestic chores and projects. I am always short somewhere on the list of things that just really should be done everyday. This week, I have positively nailed the menu plan and we are Not Out Of Food. Healthy snacks, and clean-up each meal. It’s been great. Also, everyone is Very… Continue reading Home Economics, or, How to do Everything
Grocery shopping at our neighborhood store the other day, I bought milk. I placed the milk in the bottom of the cart, on its side. I always place the milk here because the rest of the cart is usually occupied by Pickwicks of assorted sizes. I haven’t actually ever spilled milk in a grocery store… Continue reading Nearly Spilling Milk
How do you pick up the threads of an old blog? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand… Well, ok, it hasn’t been that long. But the last three weeks have contained one of those “before and after” experiences, the sort of episode that defines an entire chapter of your… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick Wonders
Fr. Pickwick, opening our refrigerator with dismay: “There are so many vegetables in here that there is no room for the food!” Mrs. Pickwick: “The vegetables are the food.” Fr P: “Vegetables are not food. Vegetables are what food eats.”
Something happens when I walk out of my front door. I immediately feel transported to an alternate reality, where nothing on my list (which seemed perfectly normal inside my house) is attainable by any human efforts whatsoever. Time also ceases to exist in any kind of earthly sense and I can only plead that when… Continue reading The Pickwicks Go Forth in Pursuit of Updated Driver’s Licenses
After turning our world, and therefore our household accounts, upside down more than once over the past few months, it was time to pick up the pieces and put the Pickwicks back in order, at least on paper. I therefore present a completely objective and unembellished excerpt from the minutes of the most recent business… Continue reading In Which the Pickwicks Discuss Finances and Remain Happily Married Nonetheless
