Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Sleepers -- Go Back to Sleep

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. ;-)


Mimi said...

It's looking good!

Congratulations and Many Years to you and your dear hubby on your anniversary!

emily said...

You are good with excuses :D

Congrats on your anniversary!

The Meg I was referring to is, get this, a Catholic girl I met at school with whom I had a lot of really nice discussions about the Church and she wants to keep in touch over the summer. I am the very first Orthodox person she's ever met (which is kinda intimidating).

However, I have been meaning to say that it was good to see you on Holy Saturday. I know it wasn't a huge thing, but I really appreciated what you said about Helen, my godmother. I like hearing your advice and tidbits of wisdom. Is it weird to say 'you rock'? lol

Catrin said...

Congratulations on your anniversary! I also like what you are doing with your most current project, and I think you will really enjoy having this around once it is completed.

You are tweaking my conscience you know, I still haven't taken those cameras to be developed as I promised/threatened to do on my blog :)

Philippa said...

Happy Anniversary...a little late Miss Meg! May God bless you both with many, many more years.

That crosstitch is absolutely amazing! WOW! I admire your courage to tackle such a detailed project. I can't wait to see the finished project.

You go girl! As Emily said, "You rock!"

Mimi said...

I'm agreeing with Emily, You Rock. And, I'm jealous she got to meet you.