Teh Squeaky Wheel
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
If pets could tell us their names, I wonder what they would be?
Sven -- I hope your dinner went well, or at least better than expected. I’m sure they appreciated your company.
Fatwa -- I hope BK is doing better today.
Sunday greetin’s, GN!
I hope your dinner went well, or at least better than expected.
Me too, Sven.
BK Update -- Based on experience, today and tomorrow are going to be the lousiest days of her penultimate chemo treatment cycle. Blood work appointment Tuesday (to make-up for the one she cancelled on Friday); meeting with surgeon on Thursday.
We remain very appreciative of all of your support.
HH-A Update: As of a few minutes ago, opposing counsel still has not abided by their commitment to furnish availability for the pre-mediation meeting.
Good morning Paddy, and Fatwa -- happy Sunday, GN.
“Penultimate” sounds promising -- I know that there’s still a long road ahead, but this stage is ending soon. Good luck and prayers.
Dinner went better than expected until it was over. Their family dynamics are complicated and tend towards the firmly dug in. We enjoyed our time with them and offered what advice, comfort, and support that we could. Mrs Sven and I spent more than 8 years of caring for family members through serious illness and dying and we remember what worked, what didn’t, what we found important, what we wished we had done but hadn’t, and hopefully some of that got through and will be beneficial.
Speaking of prayer. My normal prayer routine is morning prayers that express my gratitude for another day and asking for guidance. My evening prayers are when I thank God for the day and when I pray for others. A couple of weeks back I had a medical procedure that didn’t go exactly as planned that left me in a lot of pain and mentally disoriented. The pain was really bad, but my emotions were way out of whack and tending towards the violent. I broke down one night about two in the morning, and sobbing asked God for some relief. I finally got some sleep and and began feeling better. An answered prayer or just turning the corner on healing? Objectively, don’t know, but I’m thankful to God either way.
Turning the corner on healing is, to my mind, an answered prayer.
Our church organist/accompanist had her last Sunday with us today. Because of a new job her husband took, she will no longer be able to make our Thursday evening choir rehearsals. She’s been with us 13 years, and while not the best organist, she is an extremely accomplished pianist and one of the best accompanists we’ve had. It will be hard to find someone to fill her shoes.
The Raiders, once again as they pretty much have except for a few seasons over the last almost 35 years, suck, and at 0-3 their season is just about done. I’m glad I’m not the fan I used to be. Looking at the numbers, in their first 27 years, their win percentage was 64%, went to four Super Bowls and won three of them. From 1988 until today, their win percentage is 44%, went to one Super Bowl and lost.
I met Mrs Sven in 1988 and I can understand why she always wondered I was a fan of such a loser team. Why this team can never get better is a mystery.