Thursday, September 29, 2011

End of the season

For some of us anyway.  The Yankees and the Brewers are in the playoffs.  It was a memorable season, though, adding to baseball lore for years to come.  Okay, after being philosophical, I can now scream.  AAAAAAGGGHHH!
 
Oh well.  Life goes on and it's how you play the game or root for your team.  Put away the Reds and Red Sox hats.  What is it about that color?
 
It's also the end of other seasons.  Like summer.  I could scream about that as well, except we all like fall and the foliage colors.  Still, there's little like green.
 
I am hoping I mowed the lawn for the last time in Pittsfield last week.  With all the rain, though, in some spots I was mowing puddles.  Still, there's progress on the house, as the brick on the chimney is almost done (and may be done by now.)   I had gone up to attend a history conference at UMass which turned out to be very interesting.  One speaker was the director of the 9/11 museum which will open up next year.  Also, on my history meanderings, I went to the new Martin Luther King memorial in DC, a talk at the National Archives on James Madison, and the birthplace of Susan B Anthony in Adams, Massachusetts.  And, at Arlington last Sunday, Mary and I attended a Peace Corps 50th anniversary ceremony commemorating the 280 volunteers who had died during their service, including one friend we knew in Gabon.  If anyone's interested, I have another blog recounting these random history jaunts. 
 
On the way up and back, I stopped in to see Grandma.  She is feeling well, but has trouble walking and seeing.  She has an aide come in once a day to help with her morning routines, and she needs to have someone wheel he down to the cafeteria for the meals she takes there.  I have also started transcribing the interviews which some of us did last summer.  Some of the stories are familiar, but some are new, like the way Grandma found out she had an older brother!  (step-brother)  In my Old Testament class this week, I came across the name Abiathar, which was our grandfather's middle name.  I always thought it was a strange name.   Turns out Abiathar in 1 Samuel was the only priest to escape the wrath of the first king of Israel, Saul, who put to death all the priests in a town called Nob.  Still sounds like a strange name to give your little baby in 1899, which was when Gramps was born.    
 
It was Paula's birthday, and it sounded like a good one, from Facebook.  They both recommend the movie "Moneyball", by the way, even if you're not a baseball fan, or a Brad Pitt fan.  They are also going down lists getting ready for the big wedding.  I bet Jeff and Melodie are as well.  Margaret accompanied Melodie to her final fitting for the dress.  She says both Jeff and Melodie have been very good on their diets.  Sadly, I have not.  Why don't they ban chocolate chip cookies, or soft serve ice cream?
 
Our back cases (Mary and Lur) seem to be showing slight improvements, with emphasis on slight.  We got a Miles August Jones birth announcement in the mail this week!  We hear good news from Dundee about Claire's studies!  They are in the midst of checking out and thinking about colleges.  Speaking of college, Joe seems real busy with his course work, exams and teaching load.  Annie talked about some possible job changes, working on crisis communications for companies in China.  Margaret's company lost their bid to continue their Fulbright teacher exchange for next year, so she is hot on the trail of other job possibilities.
 
Other than that, we will fill the void of baseball with Netflix episodes of "Breaking Bad," football, exercise and maybe even reading! 
 
Hope you all are well.  Love from down here!  And, happy birthday Johanna (Saturday!)
 

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Ides of September

Kind of catchy?  6 months after the Ides of March.

We start with remembering Arthur and with our condolences to Janet, Peter, Johanna and Sean for the loss of their father, grandfather and friend.  Janet gave an inspiring eulogy of her father at his service, and Sean and Johanna read from Ecclesiastes.  Janet ended by quoting from Winnie the Pooh: "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."   I am not sure how you got through saying that Janet, but it sure was fitting.

Mary and I had driven over from Meadow Lakes.  Grandma had thought about going but was worried that it would be too hard for her.  We continued on to Pittsfield where we spent the night and met up with Annie the next day.  

Wait, I should have mentioned that Annie came home last week.  For a short visit.  She flew in on Wednesday and then flew up to Vermont the next day to join a wedding celebration of two of her friends from Hamilton.   So we met Annie, drove back to Meadow Lakes for Sunday night, and then I took Annie to Newark for her flight back home the next day.  Afterwards, I stopped back at Meadow Lakes and wheeled Grandma down for her haircut.  No trip to the dump or to Spags though.

Peter came over for dinner on Sunday night, bringing delicious soup and stories from Arthur's wake, service and reception.

Earlier, Margaret came over for dinner and an overnight to spend time with Annie, and we talked to Joe on the phone.  He has started classes and was able to get the program he wanted.  This week he also starts his teaching assistant duties.  

Speaking of classes, Sean is into his third week of law school, and says he has worked harder in those three weeks than he did in the three months of work at his last job.  First year of law school!

Our days here have been dominated by Mary's bad back and related other problems.  This week, she started getting stomach problems, so the doctor told her to stop taking the pain medication.  That means that she is now feeling her sciatica for the first time since July 30 when the pain medication first kicked in.  She is an excellent patient, doing all her stretching and physical therapy, but is contemplating surgery.  Next up: an MRI.

We hear that Lur is feeling better, but is also doing her back exercises.  

We also hear that Johnny is recovering from his cracked ribs.  Marilyn and Kara and three granddaughters had a full trip to Lancaster and Hershey Pennsylvania.  One of those places has a chocolate factory and one has Amish farms.  Can you guess which is which?

A month from today, many of us will descend on these southern parts for Jeffrey and Melodie's wedding.  Wonderful.

Love from down here.