On the flying of time
Time flies when you're having fun. That's the saying. My experience is that time flies whether I'm having fun, or not. Moses wrote about the passing of our lives, "as a tale that is told" in Psalm 90, and that was before TV and modern technology, so not much has really changed.
The days of the past week were filled with consular duties...still working on the death case of the American who died without any next of kin present. Our part in this bureaucracy will go on for a few more days next week. The Ambassador is planning a trip to Madeira in a couple of months, and we've started working on preparations for that visit.
This is tax season, and I am part of an IRS volunteer program, so I have people coming to me to help them fill out their tax forms. I, who dislike paperwork and doing my own taxes, spend hours filling out forms for other people.
In the church, we had extra practices for the Easter cantata, and by the time I got around to checking e-mail at night I was too exhausted to do any blogging. And we did take a couple of nights to visit Jackie and Marcia.
Marcia will be getting her fourth chemotherapy treatment this week, and she is doing well, it seems. Her hair continues to fall out, but so far, not so much that it is obvious. Other side effects have been minimal.
Jackie caught a bad cold this week, perhaps more due to her anemic condition, for which she has been taking shots. She had to stay at home all during the week, but she was able to be at services today, although she is still far from being healthy.
Abbie continues to practice playing the cantata, and in her spare time, sewed vests for the men in the choir to wear, and has begun going through boxes of photos to put together an album of our church's history, almost 30 years of pictures. Marcia, who has not been teaching for the past couple of months, has been sitting at home, looking for something to do. She's offered to organize the album, but Abbie or I will have to help her with the names of people and dates of events that predate her involvement with the church. In any case, the exercise will be good for her. She'll have many an opportunity to laugh at pictures of the pastor when he had hair (lots of it), or a moustache. My only consolation and defense is that I'm not the only one who's changed in the last 15, 20 or 30 years.
The days of the past week were filled with consular duties...still working on the death case of the American who died without any next of kin present. Our part in this bureaucracy will go on for a few more days next week. The Ambassador is planning a trip to Madeira in a couple of months, and we've started working on preparations for that visit.
This is tax season, and I am part of an IRS volunteer program, so I have people coming to me to help them fill out their tax forms. I, who dislike paperwork and doing my own taxes, spend hours filling out forms for other people.
In the church, we had extra practices for the Easter cantata, and by the time I got around to checking e-mail at night I was too exhausted to do any blogging. And we did take a couple of nights to visit Jackie and Marcia.
Marcia will be getting her fourth chemotherapy treatment this week, and she is doing well, it seems. Her hair continues to fall out, but so far, not so much that it is obvious. Other side effects have been minimal.
Jackie caught a bad cold this week, perhaps more due to her anemic condition, for which she has been taking shots. She had to stay at home all during the week, but she was able to be at services today, although she is still far from being healthy.
Abbie continues to practice playing the cantata, and in her spare time, sewed vests for the men in the choir to wear, and has begun going through boxes of photos to put together an album of our church's history, almost 30 years of pictures. Marcia, who has not been teaching for the past couple of months, has been sitting at home, looking for something to do. She's offered to organize the album, but Abbie or I will have to help her with the names of people and dates of events that predate her involvement with the church. In any case, the exercise will be good for her. She'll have many an opportunity to laugh at pictures of the pastor when he had hair (lots of it), or a moustache. My only consolation and defense is that I'm not the only one who's changed in the last 15, 20 or 30 years.
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