Done!!!!

Thank you to Bethany college(see below) for providing the background music for this blog post! All I need to do is wash and block and that should take a day or so to do it right.

I got the buttons specially. The color here is not correct – my camera’s batteries wore out and my cell phone just doesn’t cut it. Just as well. I don’t think Nancy reads this blog, but just in case someone else sees it some things should be a surprise. UPDATE: I substituted pics from the camera after I got some batteries. Color is still a little too purply
GOOD NIGHT!!!

UPDATE – Have a great day!

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Catch-up in mid-week

I don’t have any really interesting pictures to show you, dear 1.5 readers – and I have not gotten a lot of knitting done, either. So close and yet so far on that sweater. But I have a deadline looming and must get work done. Part of being a grownup I suppose, which is a good thing most days.
I believe I last posted in the wee hours of Friday morning. There was very little to do that day, so I did catch up on the sleep I had not had the night before, made a little more progress on the second sleeve of Nancy’s sweater, and got to be with the grand girls that evening. Saturday was a round of visits – and an interview for Middlebury – all of the prospective students are so bright and interesting – a delight to meet with. But what a contrast from what I see in my practice! Ouch!
Saturday afternoon I walked around Centennial Lake with Nancy and had a great time as always. She’s a fascinating person to speak with – and my theory about that is we both talk a mile a minute (sometimes) and have the most frenetic conversations, hopping from topic to topic like two kids with ADHD. I can’t speak for Nancy, but I think my conversational style comes from raising six kids – often for days at a time with no one but children in my life. Getting a word in edgewise was a major challenge back in the day – and strangely enough now – when the rules of court prevent one from really speaking one’s mind. Hence the therapeutic value of talking one’s head off.
And if you think THAT’s wild – you should try going out to dinner with Nancy and Rennie sitting across from you, both of them going at the same time. I agree with about 99 percent of their thinking politically at least, but I gotta say, it’s quite an exercise for the brain, LOL!
Sunday was our usual 11:15 service then we did our final Evensong for this church year -at Fairhaven in Sykesville. The chapel was packed and I really think we all did our best yet. The soloists – Diane L., Sally L., and Donna H – were superb and Carol, our Rector has quite a lovely voice and stays in tune very well for those chanting bits the poor priests get stuck with, LOL. The choir knew the music and we were able to better follow Nancy’s direction than usual for some reason. The attendees were very kind in their praise and gave us a lovely reception afterward. Donna H. and Sally L. had another “gig” at CharlesTown that evening, but Donna’s husband, Tom, Diane L. and I went to dinner with Nancy and Rennie in Sykesville. I stayed away from booze, so it wasn’t too expensive thankfully. Dinner was very nice, but I later found out (even though I had arranged with Betsy to see to dinner for the family ) that I had hurt John’s feelings by not being home for Sunday dinner and for that I feel really badly. He works so hard all week – sometimes I wish he would join us just to get away from the constant back and forth, but he won’t.
On a down note, I am worried about John. He’s got these leg cramps that are so bad they’re waking him up, these really weird-looking purpura-sort-of bruises with read dots in the center on his arms and legs, he doesn’t perspire, his hormone productions are strange, and he’s exhausted all the time. He looked up his leg symptoms in one of those medical thingies and it pointed to peripheral neuropathy – NOT a good thing! I have asked him about 2,458 times to call the doctor (HIPA laws really prevent me from doing it for him) even if it just means more trips to specialists. He cannot go on this way. Something is VERY wrong! So I will ask him another 2,458 times if I have to. On top of all that, his dental work doesn’t fit right and that’s giving him pain.
At least he only works the hotel tonight – maybe I can get him to schedule a doctor’s appointment this evening. I have bell prax, but I’ll forgo it if it’ll get him to the doctor.
On the happy news front, Vicki tells me she’s being ordained in June of 2010 – something that’s been the desire of her heart for almost 35 years now!
Well, I’ve got a full day ahead of me, sorry for the downer, but this is an online diary and not everything is fun and games:)
Just as a little coda to today’s entry – I thought I’d include some courageous words written by students in the White Rose society – thanks to Wikipedia and an article in the right column of today’s blog.
Leaflets of The Resistance
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The Sixth Leaflet
Fellow Fighters in the Resistance! * Shaken and broken, our people behold the loss of the men of Stalingrad. Three hundred and thirty thousand German men have been senselessly and irresponsibly driven to death and destruction by the inspired strategy of our World War I Private First Class. Fuhrer, we thank you! * The German people are in ferment. Will we continue to entrust the fate of our armies to a dilettante? Do we want to sacrifice the rest of German youth to the base ambitions of a Party clique? No, never! The day of reckoning has come – the reckoning of German youth with the most abominable tyrant our people have ever been forced to endure. In the name of German youth we demand restitution by Adolf Hitler’s state of our personal freedom, the most precious treasure we have, out of which he has swindled us in the most miserable way. * We grew up in a state in which all free expression of opinion is unscrupulously suppressed. The Hitler Youth, the SA, the SS have tried to drug us, to revolutionize us, to regiment us in the most promising young years of our lives. “Philosophical training” is the name given to the despicable method by which our budding intellectual development is muffled in a fog of empty phrases. A system of selection of leaders at once unimaginably devilish and narrow-minded trains up its future party bigwigs in the “Castles of the Knightly Order” to become Godless, impudent, and conscienceless exploiters and executioners – blind, stupid hangers-on of the Fuhrer. We “Intellectual Workers” are the ones who should put obstacles in the path of this caste of overlords. Soldiers at the front are regimented like schoolboys by student leaders and trainees for the post of Gauleiter, and the lewd jokes of the Gauleiters insult the honor of the women students. German women students at the university in Munich have given a dignified reply to the besmirching of their honor, and German students have defended the women in the universities and have stood firm…. That is a beginning of the struggle for our free self-determination – without which intellectual and spiritual values cannot be created. We thank the brave comrades, both men and women, who have set us brilliant examples. * For us there is but one slogan: fight against the party! Get out of the party organization, which are used to keep our mouths sealed and hold us in political bondage! Get out of the lecture rooms of the SS corporals and sergeants and the party bootlickers! We want genuine learning and real freedom of opinion. No threat can terrorize us, not even the shutting down of the institutions of higher learning. This is the struggle of each and every one of us for our future, our freedom, and our honor under a regime conscious of its moral responsibility. * Freedom and honor! For ten long years Hitler and his coadjutor have manhandled, squeezed, twisted, and debased these two splendid German words to the point of nausea, as only dilettantes can, casting the highest values of a nation before swine. They have sufficiently demonstrated in the ten years of destruction of all material and intellectual freedom, of all moral substance among the German people, what they understand by freedom and honor. The frightful bloodbath has opened the eyes of even the stupidest German – it is a slaughter which they arranged in the name of “freedom and honor of the German nation” throughout Europe, and which they daily start anew. The name of Germany is dishonored for all time if German youth does not finally rise, take revenge, and atone, smash its tormentors, and set up a new Europe of the spirit. Students! The German people look to us. As in 1813 the people expected us to shake off the Napoleonic yoke, so in 1943 they look to us to break the National Socialist terror through the power of the spirit. Beresina and Stalingrad are burning in the East. The dead of Stalingrad implore us to take action. “Up, up, my people, let smoke and flame be our sign!” * Our people stand ready to rebel against the Nationals Socialist enslavement of Europe in a fervent new breakthrough of freedom and honor.
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Words that sound hauntingly – and nauseatingly – familiar even today. They are known for the phrase, ” I will not be silent.”
Never forget!
Have a wonderful day everyone!
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Isn’t this cute? I started casting on for it – and decided to finish it, watching a bunch of old movies on Encore. Luckily I don’t have to be in court tomorrow! It’s now almost 5:30 a.m. While knitting this thing I watched an enchanting movie called “Elizabethtown” about this young guy whose father dies and he goes down south to meet his relatives. On the way, he meets this stewardess who steals his heart. She helps him grieve, you get the picture. There’s a lot more to it, but it’s a sweet flick. Especially loved his tour of the South at the end of the movie. When that was over I watched the end to “Muriel’s wedding.” I have never watched the movie in its entirety, but I LOVE the ending – when Muriel (played by Toni Colette) goes to her best friend (played by Rachel Griffiths) who is now in a wheelchair and forced to live at home and rescues her from her high school friends who don’t get her at all. They leave in a cab, shouting goodbye to the sights of their city on their way to Sydney (movie takes place in Australia – probably launched both careers). In the background is the tune “Dancing Queen” by Abba.
Abba’s songs have a lot of memories for me. They were really big in the early years of our marriage. Dancing Queen reminds me of my first job in Washington, D.C. as a paralegal in of all places an antitrust firm, getting up with morning sickness and trying to hide it from my job on a business trip to Wonderful Weehawken New Joysey; having to fly back home to see an OB/Gyn; taking LaMaze classes, going to the Christmas tree lighting, the Smithsonian, Old Alexandria, the Yippies coming to Washington; learning my way through marriage (still working on that bit) getting through nine months of pregnancy to be rewarded with my wonderful firstborn. You know how it is – before the disillusions set in that make us discover what the real thing is.
I took a peek outside a few minutes ago. It appears the weatherwoman was right – ice storm – and of course it’s right before rush hour traffic. I have an 11 a.m. appointment, but it can be reset if necessary. I hope John gets home safely. I know Nancy can at least take the day off, but I’m hoping they close the schools/colleges and courthouse. Ice is so much worse than snow and it’s not worth your life. Betsy, who works for a grocery chain, and Dori, who works in police dispatch are not going to get off that easily. Thankfully Betsy has a front-wheel drive vehicle. I know this little dusting looks a bit silly to worry over – but it’s not the snow, it’s the ice that worries me.
Well, I have a sink and part of a TV room with dishes in it that are screaming to be cleaned, so now is as good a time as any. With a little rest, I will get my paperwork done for the office, do a little research, see about that visit, and get some real knitting done:)
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Blue Moon, DingDong and Dibley

My daughter, S, tells me I’m wrong – that a lunar eclipse is not a blue moon, but I think it is and hence the title of this post. The pictures at right are my feeble attempts to capture last night’s lunar eclipse. Instead, they look like the beginnings of beansprouts. It was an interesting sight though. Too bad I can’t share it here.

Rice University had some better ones:
In other news:), did I tell you John is my hero? OK, he did this because he got sick of seeing my knitting projects grow like Topsy all over the house. But it was still rather sweet of him to not only buy the shelves but to put them together. Of course, now my projects get spread out, but in an organized fashion, LOL:)
Well, except for when I keep a bag of baby stuff to do by the desk. (I have to have something to occupy my time when waiting for something to load, don’t I? And those triplets are going to need hats:))
Well let’s see, what’s been happening? Not a hell of a lot. Tuesday night was a fun rehearsal during which I felt like the utter newbie that I am, but that’s OK. I was amongst friends:) We had our little “party” that had been postponed due to last week’s ice storm – and watched the first episode
of The Vicar of Dibley. God bless Dawn French!
But really, I have to say God bless her for the other photo you see here. She doesn’t let her, uh, “largesse” shall we say, get in the way of being sexy and desirable. One must work with what one has – even when one has a lot:) Good on ya’ girl! That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it, LOL!

Yesterday consisted of traipsing out to the Eastern Shore of Merlin to see two clients for the firm (and well, maybe a brief foray to a yarn shop in Easton – Yarn, Inc. – where the staff was positively lovely, but of course I didn’t buy anything……..much…..) By the time I got home, the roads were starting to ice up and the snow was blowing. Funny how lately we can go from 50 degrees F to 20 in a matter of hours. You’d think this was Denver!

Well, today I hope I earned my keep in court. I know our young associate did! I will say no more for fear of disclosing too much.

Tomorrow I have no hearings, will be doing a couple of visits and catching up on my messages and phone calls and getting all the paperwork done. If I’m really good, maybe I’ll be able to get some knitting in and practice flute after work. They are calling for snow – probably just enough to be a pain in the a$$.

Tonight is “kwar.” One of the highpoints of my week:) Until then, I’m getting me some rows done on Nancy’s sweater – I’m finally on that second sleeve! YES:)!!!
See, it doesn’t take much to make me happy:)
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Uncle John

January 31, 2008

Ex-FRA Administrator John Ingram dies
John W. Ingram, who was Federal Railroad Administrator from 1971 to 1974, died Jan. 27 at the age of 79. From the FRA, Ingram went to the troubled Chicago, Rock Island & Pacific and served as president of that railroad until it went into bankruptcy in May 1985. Ingram’s first railroad job was as a brakeman with the Long Island. Trained as a transportation economist, he held marketing positions with both the New York Central and Illinois Central.
The above information tells the average person what Uncle John’s career was about. In fact, the picture of the train engine above shows the “John W. Ingram.” Apparently they named their trains:) I remember as a teenager just starting college seeing news reports about the troubles of the Rock Island Railroad. I remember being told when I was a young child that Uncle John lived in Chicago. My Grandma taught me that song about Chicago (“that toddlin’ town? – but I remember singing – “that talented town”). I have a few very young childhood memories of Uncle John – when he was young and still married to Aunt Helen. When my mother was alive, Uncle John, Aunt Helen and my parents would get together. There was a lot of laughter and they seemed to be having fun together. But life changes things. Dad and Uncle John had a falling out (actually, quite a few, I was later to learn) and went their separate ways, much to the sadness of my Grandma. But such is life. It says something about both men that neither let this rift be something among all in both families. But because they lived so far apart – Uncle John eventually in Florida and Dad in NYC – reality made it that way. The last time I saw Uncle John was at Grandma’s house when John, the kids and I went to visit my Grandma in late 1988. Grandfather had died about three years earlier and we thought we were doing her a favor by raking up her leaves and cleaning out the window wells. She probably did a better job of it than we did, LOL! The children had a fun day outside. Uncle John was visiting and smoking those little cigars he liked – an irony since his death was apparently from lung cancer as was Grandfather’s. I remember Uncle John seemed surprised that an impulse from childhood caused me to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he said nothing about it. I later found out from (my husband) John that he had told him how much I looked like my mother – a compliment I will treasure forever.
A few years later we corresponded very briefly. He kindly sent me a picture of my Grandma taken for her high school graduation and given to my Grandfather while they were still courting. They had met in a regional high school orchestra. Uncle John posited that if not for that picture, none of us might be here today:) He also sent our second daughter, Dori, named after Grandma (Dorothy) a picture of Grandma at 8 years of age outside in the yard where they lived in Pittsburgh, with her father, my great grandfather (and Dori’s great great grandfather), Louis Trombley. It was 1910, the summer before the Titanic went down in the North Atlantic.
Uncle John was not the warm and fuzzy type. And I didn’t really get to know him well, though I tried – and so did he. He just wasn’t that kind of guy. He and Aunt Helen never had children. Ironically it was Aunt Helen who stayed with us awhile after our mother died. She was so sweet. She was the only one in my whole world who knew what it was like to have your mother die. I felt a bond with her for that until the day she died, institutionalized for mental illness, sadly.
Uncle John remarried and divorced (I think) and was in a relationship last I heard from him. But the correspondence stopped and that was that. I think he was somewhat annoyed that we never went to Florida to visit Grandma in her last days. What he didn’t know is that John and I were poor as dirt in those days and could barely afford rent and groceries, let alone a trip to Florida. Talk about feeling inadequate!
What really amazes me is that he and my father – who is the quintessential mush and one of the most affectionate men around – came from the same parents. As sorry as I am that Uncle John died, I got the better deal in my father. But I am sorry that he’s gone. I am sorry that he and his brother, my Dad, never got to be friends in this lifetime. And that is terribly sad.
So, to my own dear brothers and sisters – all ten of them! I love you! Let’s never let a time go by when we stop caring for each other!
And Uncle John, may you rest in peace!
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Sunshine is BACK!

I am taking a break from trying to untangle the mess that is my calendar for a brief posting (hmmm, is that like brief showers? Never mind). The weather is just beautiful today, and after I’m done with re-organizing the mess that is my desk (and calendar – see above), I’m going walking again!!! I’ll probably be in major pain because I’ve become such a marshmallow since last fall, but it’ll be fun. Got a call from Nancy this morning which gave me the incentive to go (guess I’m too much of a nerd to go walking alone any more). So sunshine is back in more ways than one:)
Tonight I’m going to see Diane and Alison E. sing and tomorrow is choir and then a quick trip to Charles Town to enjoy a concert of duets by Donna and a fellow who’s a friend of hers (actually I think it’s his concert and she’s the “other singer,” so to speak). I am in heaven (although my piggies will probably be in hell by this evening, LOL!) The really good news is, if I get dinner into the crock pots before I leave tomorrow afternoon, I’ll have dinner waiting for me and my family when I get back from the concert:) Whoo hoo!

OK, back to work! With any luck, I’ll have pics of the finished Hepburn sweater by Monday!!!
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Long Week

Started a slight diversion – I couldn’t keep away from the cashmere yarn from NYC:) and when I saw this lacy scarf in Piecework magazine, I couldn’t resist. It was something fun to start – just a distraction because tomorrow I get going on finishing that sweater:)

It’s funny. Since last I wrote in the wee hours of the morning, I got to bed at about 4 a.m., woke up bolt out of bed at 8 a.m., ran downstairs, cleaned up the kitchen (!), took a shower got dressed and out the door by 9 to arrive at court by 9:30. Had the Morning Docket from Hell (just kidding), went to a luncheon meeting at CASA with my colleagues, then home to prep for today’s cases.
I did stop by one of my favorite LYSs to cash in on the gift certificate I got for my birthday and came away with back issues of Piecework, Crochet Today!, and Crochet Fantasy, one beautiful skein of superwash sock yarn and two of recycled sari silk. I’ll take pics as I start to make something out of them (the yarn, the yarn, not the magazines!).
I then headed home to get my choir stuff together and to drop off the scarf for Diane before practice (she was rehearsing with the children’s choir when I got there). While waiting for choir practice to begin, I did some more work on the crocheted baby blankie.
After practice, we had a lovely little party and conversation. It was nice to catch up with everyone. After getting home, I tried to stay up but the night before finally got to me.
This morning it was the same routine again – and off to an almost-full day of court. Then home.
Lately I look around at the mess that surrounds me but I’m too wiped out to do anything about it. So, it’s bedtime and in the morning time to get things straightened out. If all goes well, I’m going to see the Rutter Gloria sung by Concert Artists of Baltimore. That is always a lovely pleasure.
Next week will be really really busy at work, so this weekend i’ll have to do some serious planning.
OK, boring stuff. Sorry. ahm tard. Seriously though – gotta get back to walking when the weather improves – that gave me a lot of energy and that I could use right now.
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