Archive for May 23rd, 2006

I suspect that only a classical-music lover will get the full import of that title, so I will explain that it’s from Bach’s beautiful cantata for the First Sunday of Advent, “Sleepers Awake.” “Wake, O wake, for night is flying, the watchmen on the heights are crying, Awake, awake, Jerusalem.”

Now that I have that out of my system — someone whose blog I subscribe to was bemoaning her slacker status, and promising a whole bunch of us to respond to our posts. I told her, No problem, and besides, there’s a nasty little flu bug making the rounds of these he-ah pahts, which I know because it bit me yesterday and I’m still recovering (nicely, thank you). It’s pretty sad when a little old flu bug can thumb its nose at flu shots and leave you shivering under a pile of blankets while burning up with fever, and every muscle feeling as if it’s just been under the rack.

My point to her was that slacking is *good,* if it means you’re getting lots of sleep, because sleep is necessary to keep up one’s immune system so these nasty little bugs don’t find their way in the back door. Can I make up excuses for slacking, or WHAT? Dang, I’m good.

Last week was my 37th wedding anniversary. We have survived travel 1/4 of the way round the world and back, seven moves, two children, in-laws (by far the hardest part), my changing religions — twice — the ins and outs of the public-school system, which I thank God I will never have to deal with again, AND the federal government, which is what has put bread and water on our table for all of these 37 years. I’m at an age where I hope I’ll see my 38th wedding anniversary, but at least, that’s not because I fear divorce; I’m just at That Age. I see people younger than me in the Obit columns all the time. And since I’m rather fond of the person with whom I have shared more than half my life, I’d like to continue sharing my life with him awhile longer.

Oh, and just for — how does it go? fits and grins? — I’m uploading a picture of my latest effort, Maryland Mountain Express, a painting by James Lee, translated for cross stitch by Candamar Designs. I hope to heaven that Mr. Lee does not mind the liberties I’m taking with his beautiful painting, which really is exquisite, but Candamar did note that they printed this design in the expectation that people would “embellish” it as they pleased. Obviously, I can think of quite a lot of “embellishment.”

OK, all you sleepers — you can go back to sleep now. 😉

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