Today is the birthday of the famed contralto Marion Anderson, a fact elucidated by the keen intellect and FB aficionado, Loyd Dillon (he texted me this evening after attending a tribute concert to Pete Seeger and spoke of the "religious experience" of listening to great artists, "Especially if we go back to the original meaning of the word "religion" -- a "binding together"). We exchanged some pleasantries as I mentioned her connection to dad's musical god Arturo Toscanini and how the maestro thought her voice "once in a century" quality. I even found a quotes page on the web site to the contralto with that particular quote listed.
Two, for a second time, group exercises today. Both were new to me. BodyVive in the morning with a new instructor for me, Pamela, where we worked out with stretch bands (I took one to taught and paid a price, they were difficult to stretch during the strength portion of the workout) and BodyAttack with the incomparable Renee who really gets you moving with a splendid exercise that she totally invests herself into and I felt, on my first go-round with the moves, totally out of synch with the music and my lack of timing. But I did sweat and feel total exhaustion. Afterward, had a great conversation with a splendid person and trainer, Carla, who I've taken BodyPump with on several occasions. She took the class with Renee and she is a former special ed teacher and is an RN, who worked in med/surg at Christiana for about 7 years before she had three kids -- two boys (one in college, the other HS) and a girl (13 years old). She is so dynamic and funny and just full of energy and warmth. She'd just gotten over a bout of illness and had missed teaching on Monday. I will have to get back to her class and develop this friendship. Out of a sense of comfort, I told her about meeting Katia and my date with her on Sunday. She is just someone you feel you can confide.
A few important and overdue 800 calls made today were rewarding. To summarize, quickly: called Bank of America credit card and cancelled dad's and got mom to call and request a detailed transaction list for 2013 and the taxes (in particular, what dad spent on prescriptions since he used his credit card at Pathmark and Walmart for his expensive insulin and other drugs for mom ... it could be quite significant ... it will cost a little less than $10 for the report, mom said put it on her credit card, which is still good through August of this year); called Delaware Health and Social Service and now have Delaware Physicians, Inc. as my selected provider and I was able to choose Dr. David Maged as my preferred physician (he is on that service) ... it will start in early April and in the meantime, if I need medical treatment, I can use Medicaid (if I can find a physician, according to my doctor brother -- no sub-specialties in the Atlanta area accept Medicaid but it might be different for primary care); and called AAA and when I renew, I can change my club status from the Carolinas to the Delaware Chapter of the automobile association. It was a welcome and needed set of calls and it all worked out, thankfully.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
27 February 2014: Thursday ... brilliant day but chill ... crescent moon and brilliant planet (?) this am in the eastern sky ... bday of Marion Anderson (1897) ... busy day with 800 calls but A LOT done ...
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014
26 February 2014: Wednesday ... productive at computer ... signed up for free online class in genetics ... ordered Genetics for Dummies ($.63) ... BodyCombat #2 w/Renee ...
Mom composed and sent her second e-mail today in response to a post from Marli Schouten-Stam. It was short and sweet and ended with "Love Jeanne". I left her working on a post to Norma Clara Nyhoff as I went to the "Y" to do BodyCombat with that warrior of the workout area Renee.
One of the participants, Heidi, in Body Combat I spoke to prior to entering the AR or Activity Room is a mother of three ages 12, 9, and 6 and she loves this group exercise. I could see it in her participation level. She is also a big supporter of the Y and has been a fundraiser for them and is one this year. Afterward, I suggested that she might enjoy putting bamboo slivers up her fingernails after this intense workout where Renee did not stop. She not only did the exercise, she shouted out the counts to us and sang lyrics of the music. Incroyable!
Mom had two visits today from hospice, both of which I failed to answer the door as I was resting (after that workout with Renee, possibly) and did not hear Kim and then Skeesha's entrance into the house. I became aware when I arose and saw their coats on the chair by the dining room table.
Katia wants to get together after Church at the UU Fellowship in Newark this Sunday and get to know me a little better. I readily said "YES!" to the offer and am mulling ideas on where to go to possibly have a meal and maybe even go to the Delaware Art Museum, which is free in Sundays. We shall see as the week progresses what her schedule is like. I am beholden to her and her many responsibilities.
Bob called today and brought up the offer to get together for a Flyers hockey game, perhaps at his place, with a meal when Alice has off next week. They play on Wednesday evening, so I'll wait to hear from him. He gave me his working e-mail and I sent him and Alice the new gmail address of my mother (vertuccirose@gmail.com).
A rarity tonight, I walk into a fellow dog walker at the corner of Nicholby and Cratchett and it's none other than Steve and his basset hounds, Kirby and Harriet. Unfortunately, Annie, his wife, is not with him due to the fact of a fall (over Kirby) and ACL tear that has not required surgery to date. Kirby went right up to Dancer, who was unusually standoffish initially (her tail raised and hair up), but Harriet, who was a bait dog in a dog fighting ring was a little aggressive but warmed after awhile but did bark when we resumed walking. Both dogs, the breed, have eye problems and each have an annual appointment with their dog ophthalmologist (go figure ... I informed him of Sunshine's $4,700 cataract surgery that provided some improvement but not permanent vision restoration to Doug & Norma's aging Wheatland terrier).
One of the participants, Heidi, in Body Combat I spoke to prior to entering the AR or Activity Room is a mother of three ages 12, 9, and 6 and she loves this group exercise. I could see it in her participation level. She is also a big supporter of the Y and has been a fundraiser for them and is one this year. Afterward, I suggested that she might enjoy putting bamboo slivers up her fingernails after this intense workout where Renee did not stop. She not only did the exercise, she shouted out the counts to us and sang lyrics of the music. Incroyable!
Mom had two visits today from hospice, both of which I failed to answer the door as I was resting (after that workout with Renee, possibly) and did not hear Kim and then Skeesha's entrance into the house. I became aware when I arose and saw their coats on the chair by the dining room table.
Katia wants to get together after Church at the UU Fellowship in Newark this Sunday and get to know me a little better. I readily said "YES!" to the offer and am mulling ideas on where to go to possibly have a meal and maybe even go to the Delaware Art Museum, which is free in Sundays. We shall see as the week progresses what her schedule is like. I am beholden to her and her many responsibilities.
Bob called today and brought up the offer to get together for a Flyers hockey game, perhaps at his place, with a meal when Alice has off next week. They play on Wednesday evening, so I'll wait to hear from him. He gave me his working e-mail and I sent him and Alice the new gmail address of my mother (vertuccirose@gmail.com).
A rarity tonight, I walk into a fellow dog walker at the corner of Nicholby and Cratchett and it's none other than Steve and his basset hounds, Kirby and Harriet. Unfortunately, Annie, his wife, is not with him due to the fact of a fall (over Kirby) and ACL tear that has not required surgery to date. Kirby went right up to Dancer, who was unusually standoffish initially (her tail raised and hair up), but Harriet, who was a bait dog in a dog fighting ring was a little aggressive but warmed after awhile but did bark when we resumed walking. Both dogs, the breed, have eye problems and each have an annual appointment with their dog ophthalmologist (go figure ... I informed him of Sunshine's $4,700 cataract surgery that provided some improvement but not permanent vision restoration to Doug & Norma's aging Wheatland terrier).
25 February 2014: Tuesday ... two fitness classes today, a first (yoga with Christine and then BodyPump in the evening) ... vertuccirose@gmail.com IS BORN (Mom has email) ...
Felt a little out of sorts today but was revived by Christine's yoga class and then had the idea, which I should have had a long time ago, to get mom a gmail account and have her learn to receive and send basic email responses through the iPad. It's going to be a learning process but today it began and hopefully it will progress.
The account, which I pondered, is a mix of her maiden name and middle name as the first choice -- virginiarose -- was not available, so I went to --- vertuccirose -- which was available. Hopefully, she'll get a charge out of it and enjoy using it. We shall see.
The account, which I pondered, is a mix of her maiden name and middle name as the first choice -- virginiarose -- was not available, so I went to --- vertuccirose -- which was available. Hopefully, she'll get a charge out of it and enjoy using it. We shall see.
24 February 2014: Monday ... brilliant sunrise, reflections on blinds in the addition ... Alice Herz-Sommer, 110, has died (extraordinary life) ... Helena from Brighton, England leads BodyPump ... Yaina (Chee-ya-nah), Hospice CNA, has come to care for mom as Skeesha is out ...
Alice Herz-Sommer: pianist and oldest known Holocaust survivor
dies aged 110
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/feb/23/alice-herz-sommer-holocaust-survivor-dies
Life moves forward. Had a great BodyPump with an excellent fitness instructor, Helena (Hah-LAY-nah), who I didn't feel was from Australia with her accent but was unsure. Asked at the conclusion of the workout and she answered English from the south, along the shore, Brighton, where the famed Brighton Beach is located.
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Sunday, February 23, 2014
23 February 2014: Sunday ... WDAV.org on the iPhone ... coffee (he bought at Pathmark as I cycled at Y) wafting up from downstairs (Doug up early) at 4:48 a.m. ... UU Choirs assemble, Greg Pelley does sermon (dividing walls) ... Katia there, presentation at DBI tomorrow
Katia Sol-Church will be giving presentation at the Delaware Biotechnology Institute tomorrow afternoon. Unfortunately, it's a new group and she'd rather I attended other seminars at the Nemours Institute, which are open to the public, and which she will keep me posted.
Today was bow tie day and Gordon wore one (A CLIP-ON!!!) but I could not tie mine even though I brought it with me, purchased from J. C. Penney's yesterday for $25.00 (ouch), but better than $54.50 from the high-priced clothier (name eludes me) and its dewy-eyed vixen of a salesgirl. There was talk-back with our new, interim minister and talk of going to Anthony's Pizza afterward but I headed home to Doug and mom and no conversation and warmed up lasagna (pretty good). My brother left at 2 p.m., promptly, for the airport and his flight home.
Today was bow tie day and Gordon wore one (A CLIP-ON!!!) but I could not tie mine even though I brought it with me, purchased from J. C. Penney's yesterday for $25.00 (ouch), but better than $54.50 from the high-priced clothier (name eludes me) and its dewy-eyed vixen of a salesgirl. There was talk-back with our new, interim minister and talk of going to Anthony's Pizza afterward but I headed home to Doug and mom and no conversation and warmed up lasagna (pretty good). My brother left at 2 p.m., promptly, for the airport and his flight home.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
22 February 2014: Saturday ... I found Maude Carey or she found me at the Y at the coffee station ("Rudy Nyhoff?") ... dinner at the Farmhouse with Gail tonight ... bowtie bought for annual event starting tomorrow (courtesy Gordon Roth) ...
FROM THE ANNALS OF ADVERSITY: I saw it coming and could do nothing to stop the spillage of many of the pills from mom's 7-day, 4-chamber pill case, all over the floor of my bedroom closet. Oh, the feelings of anger and the words but it was cleaned up easily, especially when the small flashlight, held in my mouth, illuminated corners where a few Vicodin hid, but from this adversity, this pain-in-the-butt accident in the morning led to me finding a nice sweater, something lacking in my wardrobe. From an irritant to a delight, one must see through the anger of the moment and see what light might be revealed by moving forward and taking care of business.
I was accosted, not really, by a woman, who I did not recognize initially, who queried ... "Rudy Nyhoff?" ... at the coffee/tea station in the main hallway of the Western "Y". When I took a closer look, she said her name, ***MAUDE CAREY***. What a revelation this morning and such a joy.
She has been married since just after graduation from U of D to another graduate, Buddy Niedzielski (5 years her senior), and they have lived in the same home in Montclare, just behind Dickinson High School, ever since. The have one daughter, Anastasia, who is a 3rd year med student at the University of Michigan. Her husband is recently retired attorney from the Justice Department, a graduate of Widener, before the era of Professor Hayman. Maude is also a law graduate but did not pursue it. She is in the insurance industry.
WHAT A JOY TO SEE HER AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!!!
I hold within me hatreds that can come to the surface and it is so difficult to look within and evaluate oneself honestly. I cannot separate from myself, stand away and look back at my actions and determine whether my path is correct. Judgmental is a state that is common in my being and tonight at dinner I displayed it in earnest. Our dear friend spoke of her experience in Australia in a godforsaken town (Oodnadatta, in the Australian state of South Australia) far out in the Outback with a couple hundred residents, far from civilization. I felt she disrespected the Aborigines by calling them "Abos" (sic). What right did I have to play the role of judge and jury. They say you should stand up to injustice and racism, but what do I know of her true intentions. Why do I have to judge?
On the drive home it is so easy to say things that are hurtful but at the time of their utterance, feel so right. Why do we have to feel as though we are so in the right that our own declarations salve our needs but pour lemon on the open wound we have created in our loved one. It is passing fast this life of ours and like the African-American woman minister spoke, so eloquently, last Sunday -- compassion is love's companion, it's most critical and vital one. May it be so.
I was accosted, not really, by a woman, who I did not recognize initially, who queried ... "Rudy Nyhoff?" ... at the coffee/tea station in the main hallway of the Western "Y". When I took a closer look, she said her name, ***MAUDE CAREY***. What a revelation this morning and such a joy.
She has been married since just after graduation from U of D to another graduate, Buddy Niedzielski (5 years her senior), and they have lived in the same home in Montclare, just behind Dickinson High School, ever since. The have one daughter, Anastasia, who is a 3rd year med student at the University of Michigan. Her husband is recently retired attorney from the Justice Department, a graduate of Widener, before the era of Professor Hayman. Maude is also a law graduate but did not pursue it. She is in the insurance industry.
WHAT A JOY TO SEE HER AFTER ALL THESE YEARS!!!!
I hold within me hatreds that can come to the surface and it is so difficult to look within and evaluate oneself honestly. I cannot separate from myself, stand away and look back at my actions and determine whether my path is correct. Judgmental is a state that is common in my being and tonight at dinner I displayed it in earnest. Our dear friend spoke of her experience in Australia in a godforsaken town (Oodnadatta, in the Australian state of South Australia) far out in the Outback with a couple hundred residents, far from civilization. I felt she disrespected the Aborigines by calling them "Abos" (sic). What right did I have to play the role of judge and jury. They say you should stand up to injustice and racism, but what do I know of her true intentions. Why do I have to judge?
On the drive home it is so easy to say things that are hurtful but at the time of their utterance, feel so right. Why do we have to feel as though we are so in the right that our own declarations salve our needs but pour lemon on the open wound we have created in our loved one. It is passing fast this life of ours and like the African-American woman minister spoke, so eloquently, last Sunday -- compassion is love's companion, it's most critical and vital one. May it be so.
Friday, February 21, 2014
21 February 2014: Friday ... Doug to Home Depot for door stop & batteries, among other items ... doin' BodyPump at 10:15 ... photo of Norma with baby cousins in lap ...
Thanks to Doug I now have my gmail up and running again on my iPhone and was finally able to send this old photograph of Norma Clare with her daughter and Lindsay, the two girl cousins, on her lap at the home in Westminster Heath (off Moores Mill Road).
Let's try phrases that illustrate moments during the day, times that are revelatory, that open up a window to a new understanding or sense of human compassion all wedded to a sincere belief that love is the glue that holds all we humans together. I'll list and perhaps, later, connect:
Let's try phrases that illustrate moments during the day, times that are revelatory, that open up a window to a new understanding or sense of human compassion all wedded to a sincere belief that love is the glue that holds all we humans together. I'll list and perhaps, later, connect:
- She (Zariana -- Doh boh botch neeya - Ukrainian equivalent of the Russian - Dos vee danya) is demure, so frail and lovely in her youth as she waits in line for Body Pump at the Western Y this Friday morning. I recognized her (met her yesterday as I noticed and commented on her accent -- an annoying foible of mine) as Ukrainian with elementary English. I mention the peace treaty between the president, hated by many in her country, and the dissidents. She is doubtful and skeptical about peace and presses her hands to her heart and says that the divisions are so great and that the peace must come from the people and not a written document. I concur, wholeheartedly. Later, during the exercise time, I help her put up her platform as we both go to store ours at the same time.
- The morning airing of Performance Today on Georgia Public Radio's Augusta station, WACG via by iPhone NPR app always enlightens. Today, Fred Child had the conductor of the Edmonton Symphony Orchestra, Bill Eddins, on for the hour to give his personal music choices. They included Bach, Beethoven, Ravel and a surprising choice that he compared to the young genius of Mozart and Mendelssohn. She was the younger sister of the great French teacher of composing, Nadia Boulanger, her name was Lili, and he played an extended operatic piece she composed at age 19 centering on the story of Faust. She died, tragically, of Crohn's Syndrome, at the precious age of 24 on the Ides of March 1918. What a loss to the world of music.
Lili Boulanger
3. A third and concluding revelation on this day involved the final song of Schubert's Die Winterreise of "Der Leiermann" and the recording of Hans Hotter, baritone, and pianist, Gerald Moore, and it concerns the playing length of notes and a 1/16th rest. The ultimate artistry of Moore, a favorite of my dad's and the greatest accompanist bar none of the 20th century, is seen as he pauses for that slight moment throughout the song, that 1/16th rest, and the singer, how he holds out the 1/4 notes to their full length. It is so easy to rush but you can't rush the organ grinder in the cold, playing his music and being ignored and unheard. You cannot ignore or hear the beauty of this song, a spiritual centerpiece for dad, especially when Richard Tauber sang it.
Hans Hotter Gerald Moore
20 February 2014: Thursday ... Doug is here, arrived mid/late afternoon ... Ukrainian woman in spinning class today (sympathized with her) ... Lisa, our server at Crossroads, lived on Nicholby/Cratchett area, DHS grad '80 ...
Rev. Gaye's words ring true. This from the most recent UUCA E-announcements:
"As Unitarian Universalists we are challenged to think of love in its broadest terms; not simply self-love, or even love for those closest to us, but love that is in the service of justice. It is through our desire to make the world a better place that we stand on the side of love, whether that means speaking out for marriage equality or for fair pay or for the environment. UUs have a long tradition of social justice, but our passion for it is ignited by our belief that we must do our part to promote peace and justice. We do not rely on any other force, supernatural or otherwise, to fix things for us; if we nurture our souls, we can transform the world.
May every day bring you joy and inspiration!"
Always loved this photo of Susan and Thunder, a spur of the
moment copy from her FB photo archive this Friday morning, 2/21/14,
as Doug just posted a photo of Dancer on his FB page and Susan liked it.
Always loved this photo of Susan and Thunder, a spur of the
moment copy from her FB photo archive this Friday morning, 2/21/14,
as Doug just posted a photo of Dancer on his FB page and Susan liked it.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
18 February 2014: Tuesday ... Yoga w/Christine ... sunshine, warmer temp, snow melting ... calls to family on request to move in ... a haircut from Debbie ...
She has a trained voice that blended perfectly in harmony with her iPod songs, which were tuneful and so danceable -- we actually did a little dancing during some of the routines and stretching.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
17 February 2014: Monday ... BodyPump ... a call from Joyce ... Skeesha visit ... talk with Ben's dad ... The Night Classical pianist Simone Dinnerstein and singer-songwriter Tift Merritt ... Ladysmith Black Mombazo amazing tribute album ... 70-year-old gravedigger in frozen soil
Getting set to go to my first practice with the small singing group, The Associates, directed by Margaret Love at the home of Joanne in the North Star neighborhood between Paper Mill and Limestone Roads (husband is Thom Remington, brother of Jeanne Hanson) at 206 Mercury Road, 4.4 miles or a 9 minute drive, according to Google maps. It should be fascinating. I'm taking my Beethoven Quartet book and my Schubert lieder book to show Margaret and Thom and the others.
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church service at UUSMC on 16 February 2014, Sunday.
church service at UUSMC on 16 February 2014, Sunday.
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Monday, February 17, 2014
16 February 2014: Sunday ... Weekend Word Puzzle w/mom ... shaver on her chin ...
Jane Frelick's ***BIRTHDAY*** today!! ... she is 94 years young (b. 16 February 1920).
She asked that I do it but I told her she could handle it, and she did, fine.
Got out the mirror so she could see her handiwork, which pleased her.
We listened to the Word Puzzle on Weekend Sunday Morning Edition with Will Shortz, for the first time with mom (will make it a regular weekly event), and I, of course, thought of Arthur Hugh Shealy, Esq., and phoned him. He did not listen to it because he's in his 4th day of no power running his bed and getting heat with a generator. The clues were so clever, in the Shortz tradition: two clues for words with the second word have the first three letters of the first reversed to answer it (e.g., something that goes wild on the Internet -- viral; and someone who challenges you -- a rival ... the 9-letter examples were rowdiness and wordiness ... so ingenious this enigmatologist from Indiana University-?).
Another first today: Not the call to Shellhorn & Hill because our heater has stopped (think we are out of fuel again (and we were, the service technician put 10 gallons of the reddish colored oil into the tank out back, 1/30th of the way full) ... they will service us in the afternoon when I'm back from church, but the need to shave and have hot water necessitated the daily ritual of my father, for years, of transporting the steaming tea kettle upstairs with the exact amount of hot water for the metal bowl by the medicine chest to be poured, steaming, into its confines and used, quite wonderfully, for his daily shave. I did it today and the result was successful. Thanks dad!
Dancer is recumbent on her side and snoring, again, on the floor in the TV room. She loves to sleep and can do it on a dime ... such snorting and whimpering like sounds come from her.
Great service at Church this morning. My first exposure to a tuba (Thom Remington) and harp (Margaret Love) duo. Margaret is director of the Associates, a small group of UU singers. She is an accomplished musician who directed the choir at First Unitarian of Wilmington for years in the 70s and 80s and plays a number of instruments. Her harp playing was superb but she is suppose to be a better organist. We meet tomorrow evening with Margaret leading us and Thom singing bass in the home of Joanne on Mercury Drive in the North Star neighborhood area.
For a number of weeks now, Charla Larrimore, a '75 grade of DHS (who I do not remember) and a graduate of Stanford University, who lives in Hawaii, has been carrying on this dialogue with me via FB messaging that concerns "fortunetelling" through words ending in "mancy". She is brilliant and funny and her last one, sent late this evening as I walked Dancer behind Mealey Funeral Home, is "pedomancy" or fortunetelling by the soles of one's feet. My response, which is a given, followed.
Margaret Love was superb on the harp, such artistry.
For a number of weeks now, Charla Larrimore, a '75 grade of DHS (who I do not remember) and a graduate of Stanford University, who lives in Hawaii, has been carrying on this dialogue with me via FB messaging that concerns "fortunetelling" through words ending in "mancy". She is brilliant and funny and her last one, sent late this evening as I walked Dancer behind Mealey Funeral Home, is "pedomancy" or fortunetelling by the soles of one's feet. My response, which is a given, followed.
Met and got to have a nice conversation with one of the "Y" trainers, Mary, this evening during an extended workout. She located my water bottle and said it was about to go in the trash. Later, I misplaced my workout sheet and clipboard, a common occurrence that I shared with her (years ago a photog had sketched a figure with my ID on it and the words, "looking for equipment (or something to that effect)". It hasn't diminished, e.g., my iPhone mania at least once a day and having to have mom's cell call me to find it in the house (go figure). Well, I digress, Mary is from Long Island, so I pulled up a Google map and got a taste of all the towns and parks and waterways (rivers and ponds) on the island and recalled the home of Nancy Johnson (Garden City). It is quite a spit of land with the upscale Hamptons along the coast, which were described by her. She has a daughter going to college in the city of New York, where she is perfectly at home. Nice person. Nice conversation.
How crazy for cats must one be before they're considered ailurophilia? I adore MY cat, but, of course, he's purrfect. We don't care for other cats, especially the 100 or more that hang at the dumpster--so afraid of falling there and being eaten by cats that I take Miss Cashmere with me and I give her the direction, "Watch my back. " Feral animals scare me. Here's the WFT, pedomancy: n. fortunetelling by the soles of the feet.
"Fear of being eaten by cats" .. hmmmm? ... there's got to be a term for that Charla. If not, we can come up with a neologism. "Fear of being eaten alive" is phagophobia but can also mean fear of swallowing or eating, too. But I digress, seriously, for it is onto "pedomancy", which makes absolutely perfect sense to me, for one should be able to tell the future from where one has been before and what better measure than our bipedalism. How human. And to be homophonic about it, they are the "souls" of our body.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
15 February 2014: Saturday ... Fit fundraiser postponed to 3/22 due to weather ... GREAT hockey game between USA-Russia (LIVE on NBC) ... 10 miles on Extreme setting of ExpressoHD (sweat-rung shirt) ...
What a great hockey game! Sure, Team USA beat Team Russia 3-2 in a shootout involving 8 shots, most taken by T. J. Oshie, but it was so well-played and they shook hands afterward. Makes sense, since most are NHL millionaires and know one another well, but they're playing for their country and that added weight must feel like the proverbial albatross or millstone around their necks. You have to feel for the Russian goalie, Sergei Bobrovsky, who let the winning shot through his pads.
De oudere broer en jongere broer houden elkaars hand vast.
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Friday, February 14, 2014
14 February 2014: Friday (Valentine's Day) ... Skeesha made it today as the temp warm and the snow melted (shoveled the walk again and by midday it was clear) ... Y workout ... meet young, friendly girl Madison who hugged me ...
An appropriate Facebook post for this Heart Day ... I googled "I Love You in many languages and came up with this website":
From "Ti amo" (Italian) to "nenu ninnu premisthunnanu" (Telugu, of course -- a Dravidian language predominantly spoken in the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh and Yanam, where it's the official language), this is a neat web page with the written words anglicized for 35 tongues.
A Facebook post regarding shoveling snow from yesterday's huge storm:
WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND:
I watched, yesterday afternoon, with some concern but with some inward laughs, too, as a pickup with a plow marauded around our neighborhood pummeling curbs and recently shoveled sidewalks with a cascade of wettish snow. My neighbor a few houses up, who I do not know, had a few choice words for the plower, which I will not share with my FB friends, complaining that the extra snow deposited on his pristine sidewalk had clogged his snow blower.
I was smug and untouched by the indiscriminate plow, until, I returned to shoveling my walk and did not see the return of the marauder. My driveway, moments earlier cleared of slushy snow, was covered again. *&^*%# ...
Sometimes a simple "Hi" can make your day. As I prepared my coffee after my workout -- styrofoam cup, creamer and sugar -- a young girl (about 8 years of age) came up to get a cup and said, without compunction, "Hi", to me, and I responded in kind. Later, when I took a plum from a bin at the front desk (absolutely delicious by the way), she wished me a "Happy Valentine's Day".
When I returned from the locker with my wallet, keys and iPhone, I asked an older man, sitting with her, whether he was her grandfather. He said, "Yes", and I commented how friendly his granddaughter was and how her gestures made my day. She proceeded to walk up to me and give me a hug. She gave me a hug. Extraordinary. Her name was Madison. What a delight to encounter such an open and loving girl in our litigious, predator-conscious world.
It's a full moon tonight. The walk was lovely, a little over a mile but that black ice can be tricky and disastrous. A few times, inadvertently, I hit a spot and the Nike would slip in the opposing direction and I envisioned a plummet to the asphalt with leash in one hand and dog potty plastic in the other. Not pretty, but the night sky was. I forgot what star was partnering with the moon tonight but it was to last most the evening. Wish I knew more about the stars and our universe. (Pondered a question tonight as I walked ... do a lot of thinking when I walk, thank goodness no music or radio station to detract like the many at the "Y" ... Just how did they figure out the speed of light? ... and then the debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham, all thirteen letters of them, and how reality staring you in the face can be obstructed by suffocating dogma and myth).
From "Ti amo" (Italian) to "nenu ninnu premisthunnanu" (Telugu, of course -- a Dravidian language predominantly spoken in the Indian state of Andhra Pradesh and Yanam, where it's the official language), this is a neat web page with the written words anglicized for 35 tongues.
A Facebook post regarding shoveling snow from yesterday's huge storm:
WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND:
I watched, yesterday afternoon, with some concern but with some inward laughs, too, as a pickup with a plow marauded around our neighborhood pummeling curbs and recently shoveled sidewalks with a cascade of wettish snow. My neighbor a few houses up, who I do not know, had a few choice words for the plower, which I will not share with my FB friends, complaining that the extra snow deposited on his pristine sidewalk had clogged his snow blower.
I was smug and untouched by the indiscriminate plow, until, I returned to shoveling my walk and did not see the return of the marauder. My driveway, moments earlier cleared of slushy snow, was covered again. *&^*%# ...
Sometimes a simple "Hi" can make your day. As I prepared my coffee after my workout -- styrofoam cup, creamer and sugar -- a young girl (about 8 years of age) came up to get a cup and said, without compunction, "Hi", to me, and I responded in kind. Later, when I took a plum from a bin at the front desk (absolutely delicious by the way), she wished me a "Happy Valentine's Day".
When I returned from the locker with my wallet, keys and iPhone, I asked an older man, sitting with her, whether he was her grandfather. He said, "Yes", and I commented how friendly his granddaughter was and how her gestures made my day. She proceeded to walk up to me and give me a hug. She gave me a hug. Extraordinary. Her name was Madison. What a delight to encounter such an open and loving girl in our litigious, predator-conscious world.
It's a full moon tonight. The walk was lovely, a little over a mile but that black ice can be tricky and disastrous. A few times, inadvertently, I hit a spot and the Nike would slip in the opposing direction and I envisioned a plummet to the asphalt with leash in one hand and dog potty plastic in the other. Not pretty, but the night sky was. I forgot what star was partnering with the moon tonight but it was to last most the evening. Wish I knew more about the stars and our universe. (Pondered a question tonight as I walked ... do a lot of thinking when I walk, thank goodness no music or radio station to detract like the many at the "Y" ... Just how did they figure out the speed of light? ... and then the debate between Bill Nye and Ken Ham, all thirteen letters of them, and how reality staring you in the face can be obstructed by suffocating dogma and myth).
My JibJab videos went to their digital addresses today. One to Katia in Florida, another to Lindsay in Nashville, one here of mom & me doing a Brazilian dance, and the same Silent Film skit held the faces of Doug and Norma Virginia, which I sent to Johns Creek. He had not received it when I spoke to him by phone shortly after. Hopefully, he got it. There a lot of fun and so easy to do. The people who write the code for these websites are absolute wizards. They make it child's play.
In remarkable serendipity on the radio station WHYY, which continues to fundraise due to all the catastrophic weather events in the Philly area, Terri Gross, 63; Dave Davies, 61; and Marty Moss-Coane, 65; all were born on Valentine's Day. They got together to, you guessed it, fundraise this evening during a rebroadcast of Fresh Air interview with Robert Redford.
13 February 2014: Thursday (Donderdag) ... more & more snow, sleet, rain gooey mess ... shoveling ... trucks w/plows ... beautiful oboe piece by Samuel Barber at end of life ... more snow tonight ... good workout with shovel ... wet snow heavy
Huge Storm Shuts Down Delaware
The "Y" and most other businesses in New Castle County and over most of Delaware was shut down today and thus, I could not continue my string of working out, well, I missed Sunday, but I am getting accustomed to the trip down Kirkwood and getting to know more people at the YMCA.
INSPIRATION MOMENT:Just came up with this idea this clear Thursday morning, the day that Doug will arrive on a trip from Johns Creek for the extended weekend, later this day, and it feels workable because during each day, which tends to be myriad events, it is difficult to coalesce and refine one's thoughts. So, why not hone in on an experience that stands out as memorable and thus well worth writing about. It's not a heavy weight of responsibility but merely a recollection of that key encounter, that precious thought which, if not written down, will be lost in the ether of our 100,000 miles of neural circuitry in our brain (see Feb. 2014 National Geographic, "Secrets of the Brain" by science writer Carl Zimmer).
At this inaugural posting I want to give a shout out to Mike, my paper deliverer, who despite the 10 inches or more that fell last night and paralyzed Delaware today, took the time to hand deliver my paper in the late morning by his car, pulling into the unshoveled drive and walking it up (I'd shoveled the walk at least) to deliver it to me. He lost his job a few years ago and has been delivering papers and he might lose that job, too. He's up at midnight to get the papers and then getting them ready and delivered through the early morning. It's an amazingly challenging job, especially regarding your sleep patterns, that he excels at. He'd been to bed for a few hours but back up to get these papers delivered when everything else was closed. Thanks Mike!
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
6 February 2014: Thursday (Donderdag, Jeudi, torstai) ... paperwork started for Medicaid (wait 4-5 weeks) ... Mom scares me, phone volume down ... renewed CD & Yoga book online to 2/27/14 ... read from iBook: Crime & Punishment ... Gerrit & Marli came over for a visit this afternoon ...
Thursday, February 6, 2014
5 February 2014: Wednesday ... found the other iPad charger in the living room at the end of the couch (it'd been weeks lost) ... visits from Skeesha and Beth today from Delaware Hospice ... great BodyPump w/Carla (who scowled at the sound system to get it to work) ...
LOST AND FOUND: Sometimes they just show up because you run into them again. Such was the case with my iPhone and iPad charger, which I had two of and then managed to misplace one of them and consequently, had to charge each item separately. There is something greater in significance to finding something that you've given up on for lost. There is the immediate relief and joy at finding it, but why did you give up on it in the first place. Was there no search process that covered all the bases, thoroughly? Well, when I saw the charger on the arm of the sofa under the Ubeda painting in the living room, closest to the lamp, I thought: It's been there for weeks and I have not noticed it. What is the reason it stayed there for weeks, lost in my estimation? Did I not water the plant my father treasured, a gift from Sydney Steele, did I not vacuum or dust? Obviously not, for there it was, unperturbed, untouched for days upon days. Will I learn from this? Probably not, I haven't in the past, and at the present time, the same urgings and desires run through me that are purposeless and hurtful. Discipline is not for the squeamish.
MOM SAYS I'M NOT FEELING WELL: That is often the refrain from mom when I inform her that Skeesha Johnson is coming. Well, I pooh-pooh it because she gets well, quickly, and enjoys the attention and the conversation with her Delaware Hospice contingent as was the case today in spades. The delightful young mother and CNA, born in Jamaica (?) or at least has a Jamaican father, who died recently and she went to the island nation for his interment, does her work with joy and competence. Mom just adores her and Skeesha seems to like mom, too. It's a nice pairing.
Later, Beth Kincaid, RN, showed up and we worked to clear up the medicine needs. We are short of Xanax, Tamazepam, and Hydrocodone, all essential to the well-being of mom, especially the anti-anxiety drug Alprazolam, which she did without this evening because the drug order did not arrive as Beth estimated (it came the next day, first the hydrocodone and then, still waiting at 1:34 p.m., the Xanax and Tamazepam), but she is a careful and deliberative health care provider and has mom's best interests at heart.
GREAT BODYPUMP WITH CARLA: One of only two men in the class, Carla, our instructor, feisty and fit and enthusiastic, really put together a great workout. She had some difficulty with the sound system and seemed to rustle it into order by looking up at the speaker in the ceiling and scowling as she pressed the buttons to start the bouncy, hip-hop music. One of the participants, Diana, a young mother with two pre-teen daughters, remembered my name from the yoga class yesterday where our instructor, Christine, led us into a circle and played a naming game. It worked for her. I remembered that there was some slight confusion over her name as she was initially called Diane instead of Diana. Regardless, it was a delightful interchange. She is a EMT studying to be a nurse now that her children are both in class. I asked where she knew Kristen, who works at the front desk of "Y" and is also studying to be an RN at Del Tech, where she is going. She did not recognized the name but was impressed that she was set to graduate in May. Believe she has just started the program, perhaps.
MOM SAYS I'M NOT FEELING WELL: That is often the refrain from mom when I inform her that Skeesha Johnson is coming. Well, I pooh-pooh it because she gets well, quickly, and enjoys the attention and the conversation with her Delaware Hospice contingent as was the case today in spades. The delightful young mother and CNA, born in Jamaica (?) or at least has a Jamaican father, who died recently and she went to the island nation for his interment, does her work with joy and competence. Mom just adores her and Skeesha seems to like mom, too. It's a nice pairing.
Later, Beth Kincaid, RN, showed up and we worked to clear up the medicine needs. We are short of Xanax, Tamazepam, and Hydrocodone, all essential to the well-being of mom, especially the anti-anxiety drug Alprazolam, which she did without this evening because the drug order did not arrive as Beth estimated (it came the next day, first the hydrocodone and then, still waiting at 1:34 p.m., the Xanax and Tamazepam), but she is a careful and deliberative health care provider and has mom's best interests at heart.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
4 February 2014: Tuesday ... great yoga class with true teacher and enthusiast Christine ... Rev. Scott Lee comes to visit mom ... watched "Babette's Feast", a Danish film of great depth with mom ...
Had another great yoga class with a wonderful teacher, a true pedagogue in many ways, and enthusiastic believer in the power of the practice, Christine. We gathered in a circle and said our names several times. Then, we went around and tried to name each person correctly. It worked, for some, not for me, but it was a nice gesture by the teacher, who begins each session with a reading that sets the tone for the workout and it is a workout that flows smoothly from position to position. It is true cardio and with the breathing a total workout. Later, upon leaving, I called her Cathy and she said, no I'm Christine, which I knew, and then she proceeded to remember my name.
In the evening, Mom and I watched an extraordinary Danish film, "Babette's Feast", about a gathering in a village of about a dozen people and the exquisite meal that is prepared for them that is generously bolstered by spirits. The dialogue, in Danish, is sparse and the faces so picture perfect for the era and the camera moves so smooth and the plot so simple. They eat, talk, and then move into the salon for some musical entertainment and then the evening is over. But such beautiful filmmaking. I think it one an Oscar for Best Foreign Picture.
In the evening, Mom and I watched an extraordinary Danish film, "Babette's Feast", about a gathering in a village of about a dozen people and the exquisite meal that is prepared for them that is generously bolstered by spirits. The dialogue, in Danish, is sparse and the faces so picture perfect for the era and the camera moves so smooth and the plot so simple. They eat, talk, and then move into the salon for some musical entertainment and then the evening is over. But such beautiful filmmaking. I think it one an Oscar for Best Foreign Picture.
Stéphane Audran is a French film and television actress, known for her performances in award-winning movies such as Le charme discret de la bourgeoisie and Babette's Feast and in critically acclaimed films like The Big Red One and Violette Nozière. Wikipedia
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Monday, February 3, 2014
3 February 2014: Monday ... started as cold rain, became snow, then sleet, then snow again, now slush which may turn to ice as temp goes down tonight ... Y closed early ... CJ & daughter, he joined me shoveling the slush on our respective sidewalks and driveway
The driveway, wetted by slushy snow and puddles earlier, shoveled to the side with some sweat and cardio, but not completely, has frozen and offers a slick predicament to foot travel as I make my way, minutes before the start of a Flyers' hockey game out west at 10:30 p.m. EST, to deposit the lid of a dog food can into the can for recyclables (What is done with that agglomeration of varied items from paper to plastic to metal?).
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2 February 2014: Sunday ... Groundhog Day ... First service of our new minister at UUSMC ... choir practice ... Super Bowl Sunday ... insightful interview on loe.org of Pete Seeger ...
Groundhog day 2014 has arrived. Will Punxsutawney Phil see his shadow or won’t he? He did not and thus, according to the legend, totally non-meteorological, we will have six more weeks of winter. As if on cue, today, as I type this note, a Monday, the 3rd day of February, it is snowing and we are projected to get five inches of slushy snow with it getting down to 20 tonight and icing up the roads tomorrow. The YMCA closed early today and they cancelled group exercise classes as I'd planned to do my 2nd Les Mills Bosy Pump Workout. Instead, I spent 20 minutes on the treadmill going about 4.0 mph and did a little over a mile.
Iconic musician and activist Pete Seeger has died at the age of 94. Living on Earth spent an afternoon with the folk music legend in 1998. Seeger told host Steve Curwood that Rachel Carson's book “Silent Spring” inspired him to environmental activism. One of Seeger’s goals was to clean up New York’s Hudson River and he helped get the sloop “Clearwater” built to spread the message about pollution. Steve Curwood met Pete Seeger at the Sloop Club on the banks of the Hudson in Beacon, New York and has this profile.http://www.loe.org/shows/segments.html?programID=14-P13-00005&segmentID=3
Welcome Gregory S. Pelley at UUSMC! Great introductory service from Greg, not a Reverend, yet ... "Call me Greg", he intoned during the morning. It was well-attended and afterward, we had a full potluck well organized and stocked with lots of good food, including Randy's signature soup.
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Saturday, February 1, 2014
1 February 2014: Saturday ... January is done, one of the coldest and snowiest on record and we await Punxatawney Phil's prediction of more/less winter ... Linda on the train to NY ... workout at "Y" ... call from Lynn Boley thanking me for the card ... beautiful day, warmer, the snow is melting ...
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