Wie sagt man “Mañana”?

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.

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