Friday, April 29, 2011

Spring Cleaning with the Grandmas

Unlike apparently everyone else I know, I haven't been bitten by the royal wedding bug. I have no idea why I don't care, but I just don't. Although I will say that I've seen a few pictures of Kate Middleton's dress and she was gorgeous. That's the end of my royal wedding talk, though :)

What I have been preoccupied by the past few days, though, is cleaning. This is the first year that I've done a good, thorough spring cleaning and I have to say, I love being in my apartment right now. My reasons for spring cleaning now are that 1) I'm having some friends over for dinner tomorrow night and I wanted the place to be spotless and 2) it's the end of the semester and I felt like I needed to purge the literal junk that was leftover after I turned in final papers. So yesterday, I started working like a madwoman, cleaning everything in sight.

The book pictured above is one of my new favorites. The author, Erin Bried, combines practical advice for how to do all kinds of tasks with anecdotes from grandmothers. The book is divided into 10 sections: cooking, gardening, cleaning, dressing, nesting, thriving, loving, saving, joining, and entertaining. I've been using it as a reference guide as I learn how to run a house on my own. For instance, in this bout of cleaning, I used one of her entries on using vinegar to clean with; commercial cleaning products make it hard for me to breathe and they make my hands peel awfully sometimes. Vinegar does not, so I now know what I'll use to clean my apartment. The only downside to vinegar is that it smells, but I combated that with burning candles, and the smell fades pretty quickly anyway.

I would highly recommend this book for any other recent college grad who needs those kinds of basic life skills. The next portion of the book I want to tackle is gardening, since I seem to have a black thumb that I'd like to get rid of!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Dream of the Rood

One of my favorite Anglo-Saxon poems is "The Dream of the Rood," a poem about the crucifixion told by the cross itself. The Anglo-Saxon conception of heroism is clear, as in this poem, Christ is not nailed to the cross but as a heroic young warrior climbs up and embraces it. Jonathan Glenn's translation is a lovely (and annotated!) version.

On Holy Saturday, the Church waits in silence for the Easter Vigil Mass. This ancient poem, excerpted below, provides much fodder for meditation in Holy Week; for me, translating it, which I have done twice, has been a profoundly spiritual experience.

it is glory's beam
which Almighty God suffered upon
for all mankind's manifold sins
and for the ancient ill-deeds of Adam.
Death he tasted there, yet God rose again
by his great might, a help unto men.
He then rose to heaven. Again sets out hither
into this Middle-Earth, seeking mankind
on Doomsday, the Lord himself,
Almighty God, and with him his angels,
when he will deem--he holds power of doom--
everyone here as he will have earned
for himself earlier in this brief life.
"The Dream of the Rood," lines 97-109