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
*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.
Words that sound hauntingly – and nauseatingly – familiar even today. They are known for the phrase, ” I will not be silent.”
Have a wonderful day everyone!