Aww! Look! A strong, brave, and handsome knight indeed. Here he sits waiting for one of their many performances to begin.

It will probably also help to know that he is the tallest guy in the choir. That means for effective knight-spotting, you’ll do best to check out the back row. He gets moved around now and then, but he hangs out on the back row most of the time.

(The Damsel also likes to brag that her Knight has the lowest voice in the choir. This has not been officially established but she welcomes all challenges and has no fear of losing any such dispute.)

Here’s a link to info on where and when you can watch the choir on TV or Internet. Mormon Tabernacle Choir

Anyone observing the tracks of her sliding windows will quickly see her obsession isn’t deep cleaning. *ahem.

Today she got some news she’s been waiting for, for ever so long. Because she’s a tease, the Damsel asks you to click over to her author website to read about it.

Inklings

Not another of her own, oh no. The Damsel is done propagating for now. But you simply must click over to see Perfectly Lazy. The Damsel is beside herself with excitement about this new blog. She’s known it was coming for quite some time, and frankly, it was nearly impossible to keep from blabbing about it. But The Perfectly Lazy One has flipped the on switch, so it’s time, people. It’s time.

Here’s Cheryl, the proud new mother. Maybe you met her at the Casual Bloggers Conference. She’s neato. So go see. Get her button. Leave her a housewarming comment. Get to know her. Then come back and tell the Damsel what you think. This is her wish.

She apologizes that despite the fact she lugged around a huge camera bag, she took No. Pictures. Whatsoever. She cannot explain this phenomenon.

The Damsel learned a lot about how to make the Old School better. She learned stuff about search engine optimization and commenting and html and WordPress. She heard the term “niche blogging” and reaffirmed to herself that from the very start, the Old School has been intended to be thus.

But as she sat listening to keynote speaker CJane, she felt a little sad inside that the how-to nature of this blog has prevented the posts from being as heart-felt as they might be. Yes, perhaps the Old School is missing a sophisticated banner or fancy coding, but it’s missing something more–a truer connection with its “students.”

The Damsel loves the Old School’s niche of preserving old skills and teaching self reliance. She’s passionate about it. But she looks forward to connecting to you, dear students, with more heart and spirit. Thanks for coming to class.

Sprog #3 got married. It happened! No one died!

First we had this:

Which became this:

Weddings are full of busyness which sadly kept the Damsel away from her duties as the Old Schoolmarm. But the wedding was full of sweet moments as well, so it was a good thing. A very good thing. And life is slowly getting back to normal at the Cottage by the Mountains. A real post is coming soon.

]]> http://www.mynewoldschool.com/2010/04/14/spring-break/feed/ 8 http://www.mynewoldschool.com/2010/01/09/rainy-days/ http://www.mynewoldschool.com/2010/01/09/rainy-days/#comments Sat, 09 Jan 2010 16:36:02 +0000 damsel http://www.mynewoldschool.com/?p=735 The Damsel hopes you’ll pardon a very personal post.

A well-known saying by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow goes, “Into each life some rain must fall,” and it’s raining over here at the cottage by the mountains.

Her grandson was born much too early. He was here for an hour or two and slipped back to heaven he so recently left, too sweet for this earth.

Rainy days like these require reaching out for the oldest skills Grandma ever taught–faith and prayer. Amidst all the talk of self-reliance, there comes a time when reliance on God is the only answer.

The Damsel’s favorite prayer she ever heard Grandma utter was “Make my back fit for my burdens.” God will do this, and he’ll even carry them. It’s easy to forget amidst the tears, but nevertheless it’s true. And it would be well for the Damsel to remember that tears are okay, too.

With love from The Damsel in Dis Dress and the whole family.

Instead:

Today is the Damsel’s five year anniversary of being cancer free. This is a big, fat, ginormous landmark for her and she’s just gotta post it here.

Five years ago this day was a blur of panic and pain. Typical for the Damsel and her tendency to be an overachiever, she had to get an especially nasty type of cancer. (although there are no nice kinds)

Feelings are all over the place about this. Lots of memories, some bad, some scary, some the Damsel would like to forget forever. But mostly, there’s feelings of thanksgiving. The Damsel is well again. Tomorrow the sprogs and grandsprogs will gather and there will be so, so much to be thankful for.

And thanks to you, dear readers, for helping make the days pass so pleasantly.