My hospice nurse, in consultation with a doctor, thought my blood pressure medicine might have been the cause of my fall. Discontinued yesterday and my balance was better; much better today. -----Alan
From yesterday's Meidas Touch news roundup e-mail:
… Yahoo Finance jobs analyst Amanda Goodall: “83% of the country saw a drop in job listings in June. But yeah, ‘no recession,’ ‘labor market is strong.’ West Virginia: -14.3% Iowa: -7.1% Nebraska: -7.0%. The only ‘growth’? Vermont, D.C., and North Dakota - barely.”
ibid: … Politico: Little League International said the Cacique Mara Little League team from Venezuela will not participate in the Senior League Baseball World Series in SC this year, despite qualifying for the tournament, after being unable to obtain visas. Venezuela is among the countries the Trump admin has placed restrictions on travel to the US. The tournament, which starts Saturday, features 13-16-year-old baseball players. Little League Intl called the news ‘extremely disappointing, especially to these young athletes’.”
I've spent the day gathering possible readings for when we scatter Shiloh's ashes in October. I'm meeting on Wednesday with a dear clergy friend who is going to help me come up with something appropriate.
And I stumbled upon this poem by John Galsworthy...
Scatter my ashes! Let them be free to the air, Soaked in the sunlight and rain, Scatter with never a care Whether you find them again. Let them be grey in the dawn, Bright if the noontime be bright, And when night’s curtain is drawn Starry and dark with the night. Let the birds find them and take Lime for their nests, and the beast Nibbling the grizzled grass, make Merry with salt to his feast. Scatter my ashes! Hereby I make it a trust; I in no grave be confined, Mingle my dust with the dust, Give me in fee to the wind! Please – scatter my ashes!
(We may leave off the last two lines.)
It's really heart-wrenching work. The baby I carried...
If he'd at least made it to age 60, y'know? But we will give him a proper sendoff.
Happy Birthday to her. ♥
ReplyDeleteMy hospice nurse, in consultation with a doctor, thought my blood pressure medicine might have been the cause of my fall. Discontinued yesterday and my balance was better; much better today.
ReplyDelete-----Alan
Excellent news!
DeleteFrom yesterday's Meidas Touch news roundup e-mail:
ReplyDelete… Yahoo Finance jobs analyst Amanda Goodall: “83% of the country saw a drop in job listings in June. But yeah, ‘no recession,’ ‘labor market is strong.’ West Virginia: -14.3% Iowa: -7.1% Nebraska: -7.0%. The only ‘growth’? Vermont, D.C., and North Dakota - barely.”
ibid:
ReplyDelete… Politico: Little League International said the Cacique Mara Little League team from Venezuela will not participate in the Senior League Baseball World Series in SC this year, despite qualifying for the tournament, after being unable to obtain visas. Venezuela is among the countries the Trump admin has placed restrictions on travel to the US. The tournament, which starts Saturday, features 13-16-year-old baseball players. Little League Intl called the news ‘extremely disappointing, especially to these young athletes’.”
Isn't that typical of Trump? Just plain mean.
My current read: This Time Is Different: Eight Centuries of Financial Folly [Click] Certainly not familiar to people in Trump's orbit.
ReplyDelete-----Alan
Well, hallo there, all.
ReplyDeleteI've spent the day gathering possible readings for when we scatter Shiloh's ashes in October.
I'm meeting on Wednesday with a dear clergy friend who is going to help me come up with something appropriate.
And I stumbled upon this poem by John Galsworthy...
Scatter my ashes!
Let them be free to the air,
Soaked in the sunlight and rain,
Scatter with never a care
Whether you find them again.
Let them be grey in the dawn,
Bright if the noontime be bright,
And when night’s curtain is drawn
Starry and dark with the night.
Let the birds find them and take
Lime for their nests, and the beast
Nibbling the grizzled grass, make
Merry with salt to his feast.
Scatter my ashes!
Hereby I make it a trust;
I in no grave be confined,
Mingle my dust with the dust,
Give me in fee to the wind!
Please – scatter my ashes!
(We may leave off the last two lines.)
It's really heart-wrenching work.
The baby I carried...
If he'd at least made it to age 60, y'know?
But we will give him a proper sendoff.