DSCN4170 #1 daughter came over yesterday bringing her little dog, who had been to the groomer and acquired seasonal decorations.

We made soap with scents of Ancient Sedona, Beau Brummel, Cranberry Fig, and Black Amber, colored burgundy, emerald, pink, and purple. They were molded with angels and Celtic knots. We mingled almond oil with liquid soap and glycerin to make bubble bath and shower gel and filled blue and white bottles. We wrapped them all up before taking pictures, I’m sorry to say. They looked very pretty.

We talked business as we worked. It’s easy to see the errors we made this year when we look back. #2 daughter said that in hindsight it’s simple: we were stupid.

We’re finishing the year with a good level of growth, though.

Then the additional yarn I needed arrived. “I don’t understand,” #1 daughter said when I told her my worries about the sweater. “Don’t you plan ahead?”

DSCN4171 Well, yes, I do. Just as we plan ahead for business. And looking back, it does look as though I was stupid. However, the yarn arrived and the dye lot doesn’t appear to be a problem. The picture at right clearly shows that in a dim light the yarn looks to be the same color as the sweater thus far.

I will be doing large amounts of knitting in the next week.

Today is the advent music in church. We will be singing only one verse, in unision, of my favorite Advent carol.

Naturally I am disappointed.

Fortunately, this is not a song that really requires a choir. It’s very nice with harmonies and tambourines, but you can enjoy singing it by yourself.

This piece was written by German theologian and philosopher Johann G. Olearius in 1671, and translated by Catherine Winkworth. The text is from Isaiah 40.

Comfort, comfort ye my people,
speak ye peace, thus saith our God;
comfort those who sit in darkness,
mourning ‘neath their sorrow’s load;
speak ye to Jerusalem
of the peace that waits for them;
tell her that her sins I cover,
and her warfare now is over.

For the herald’s voice is crying
in the desert far and near,
bidding all men to repentance,
since the kingdom now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet him,
and the hills bow down to greet him.

Make ye straight what long was crooked,
make the rougher places plain:
let your hearts be true and humble,
as befits his holy reign,
For the glory of the Lord
now o’er the earth is shed abroad,
and all flesh shall see the token
that his word is never broken.

It is a beautiful statement of the obligation and opportunity to prepare ourselves to meet God, the purpose of the Advent season. Beautiful tune, too. I plan to sing it all day.