My favorite character on Bewitched has died. She reminded me very much of my favorite aunt, who actually died several years ago, but for a few days I have been depressed, feeling that a relative has actually died. Weird.

Goodbye, Esmerelda. You were never actually my nanny, or anyone I actually knew. But I think you did an excellent job.


Hmmmm.....I think maybe I'm sad because I'm realizing.....I never AM going to grow up to be Tabitha, am I? Darn it.

Remember that YOU have 24 hour electricity. Not everyone does.



Does one pray for monks? Or does one assume that they are all ready praying for themselves? That is a retorical question, of course. Mostly, I'm just admiring them for living out their beliefs.

I LOVE this article. I am very interested in Monks and their lifestyle -- doesn't matter what religion, really. As for these folks, it makes perfect sense that they would use the internet to communicate.

I have a lot of respect for these people, both the monks and the laypeople trying to protect them, even though the monks are asking them not to risk their lives.

finding articles on homeschooling is weeding out the religious ones. Although this particular woman's story is interesting, homeschooling in the dark ages before internet.

http://www.thehomeschoolmom.com/teacherslounge/articles/It would appear that there are A LOT of home schooling websites out there.</a>

This is good.



Of course, some are not exactly what *I* need at all but it's good to see there is a lot of resources out there.

Conclusion (this idea took 3 posts! imagine!)

But as an adult, I can honestly say I'd rather listen to classical music than anything else. After a day of tension and dissension, Bach is healing to my soul. "Moonlight Sonata" is like a waking dream. Beethoven restores my optimism and renews my hope for humanity.

Then, of course, there is the joy of listening to the same music Kings enjoyed 300 years ago. That gives me a sense of belonging that rock and roll never will.

Sorry about that -- we had to leave for the concert.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, asshat.

My asshat brother always accused me of playing classical music because I wanted to be a snob; because I wanted to show that I was better (? smarter? classier? that's it, classical = classier)than everyone else.

And in a way, he was right. Teenagers differentiate themselves with their music, deliberately choosing things their parents hate to declare themselves independent of their family unit, establishing themselves as individuals.

(And then they call themselves non-conformists, but of course they all chose the same thing, never mind.)

So there I was in high school trying to define myself. I chose classical music to differentiate myself from my peers: I was nothing like them, and we had almost nothing in common.

But of course I never though myself smarter than they were -- I certainly wasn't.

Thames always accuses me of liking classical music to be snotty;to be different from everyone else.

And in a sense he is right; there was a time in highschool I retreated to classical music because it made me different from other people

Tags: family drama
Current Location: home
Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Franz Joseph Haydn

The moral of the story is, girl, do NOT go off marrying the first good-looking guy you meet. Because he really just wants to kill you and leave with your loot. Just marry the nice guy your mom set you up with and you'll be fine.

This ballad is known throughout Great Britian and Ireland, as well as northern and southern Europe. It appears in several collections as May Colvin, the earliest of which is Herd's Ancient and Modern Scottish Songs (1776).
This ballad is Child Ballad #4 (Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight).

The lyrics vary slightly in Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight. In Peter Buchan's Ancient Ballads (1828) the heroine is Lady Isabel. The knight is an elf. She persuades the knight to lay his head on her knee and when he falls asleep she kills him with his dagger. Child noted the similarity between this and Bluebeard as well as the story of Judith and Holofernes in the Apocrypha.

A variant also appears in the Appalachians as Pretty Polly. Another American variant is The Willow Tree.

Sharp believes the term "outlandish" refers to the borderland between England and Scotland, but notes that in many parts of England the term "outlander" referred to anyone who did not belong to the local county or district.

For a complete list of Child Ballads at this site go to Francis J. Child Ballads.
An outlandish knight came from the northlands;
And he came wooing to me;
He said he would take me to foreign lands
And he would marry me.

Go fetch me some of your father's gold,
And some of your mother's fee,
And two of the best nags from out of the stable,
Where there stand thirty and three.

She mounted upon her milkwhite steed,
And he on his dapple grey;
They rode till they came unto the seaside,
Three hours before it was day.

Light off, light on, thy milkwhite steed;
Deliver it up unto me;
For six pretty maidens I have drown'd here,
And thou the seventh shall be.

Doff off, doff off thy silken things,
Deliver them up unto me;
I think that they look too rich and too gay
To rot all in the salt sea.

If I must doff off my silken things,
Pray turn thy back unto me;
For it is not fitting that such a ruffian
A naked woman should see.

And cut thou away the brimbles so sharp,
The brimbles from off the brim
That they may not tangle my curly locks,
Nor scratch my lilywhite skin.

He turned around his back to her
And bent down over the brim.
She caught him around the middle so small
And bundled him into the stream.

He dropped high, he dropped low,
Until he came to the side;
Catch hold of my hand, my fair pretty maid,
And thee I will make my bride.

Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man,
Lie there instead of me,
For six pretty maidens hast thou a-drowned here
The seventh hath drown-ed thee.

She mounted on her milkwhite steed,
And led the dapple-grey;
She rode till she came to her father's house,
Three hours before it was day.

The parrot hung in the window so high,
And heard what the lady did say;
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty lady,
You've tarried so long away?

The king was up in his bed-room so high,
And heard what the parrot did say:
What ails thee, what ails thee, my pretty Polly,
You prattle so long before today?

It's no laughing matter, the parrot did say,
That loudly I call unto thee;
For the cat has a-got in the window so high,
I fear that she will have me.

Well turn-ed, well turned, my pretty Polly;
Well turned, well turn-ed for me;
Thy cage shall be made of the glittering gold,
And the door of the best ivory.