Back to work tomorrow: I should have two or three new posts this week. We are back from Christina’s funeral and some other more enjoyable tasks. We celebrated my brother’s fiftieth birthday and spent a lot of time with our grandson Elijah.
I have also had a series of doctor’s visits, followup labs, etc.
Wie geht es mir? Ich weiß nicht. Ich warte auf dem Artzt. Er soll mir sagen, wie es mir geht.
I feel fine, but for some reason I keep thinking of the Rolling Stones song “Mother’s Little Helpers”–not about the pills, just the line, “What a drag it is getting old.” Wie kann diese wörter mir verdeutschen? But my father always says, getting old is not so bad when you consider the alternative.
Coming up: Two tragedies in Maria’s family, and Maria’s mother’s opposition.