28 October …
The chill of autumn has set in … as has the dark of the year. According to the ancient Celts (Keltoi as some call them), the end of the year is coming. What we call Hallowe’en or All Hallows Eve, they called Samhain (pronounced sow’ wen … which in Gaelic, the language of the Celts, means “Summer’s End”) and celebrated it as the end of the harvest and so the end of the year. These peoples divided the year into halves … light and dark. This makes sense if you live above the Tropic of Cancer (as they did and as I do).
I never understood the Robert Louis Stevenson poem (In winter I get up by night and dress by golden candle light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day.) until I moved north. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but each autumn I understand anew.
So the growing season is ended … why not the “year” … and we enter the dark half of the year which will end with the bonfires of May Day (Beltane) and the start of the new growing season.
Of course, south of the Tropic of Capricorn those two holidays are reversed.
Another find … the words “ghost” and “guest” have the same origin. They both derive from the Germanic “geist” which meant the benevolent spirit of a deceased ancestor invited to attend a special event.
Isn’t research interesting? Thank you, Mr. Edgar.
The meeting of the radio club last week was productive. We received kudos from all the events we worked last summer (only six this year) and t-shirts from five of them. Everyone in the club has a well stocked t-shirt drawer.
There will now be a six month hiatus during which we won’t be planning or doing anything like those events.
We will, however, be planning the holiday dinner. I have no idea what I’ll take. I guess I’ll wait and see what is needed. We have members who are gluten sensitive, diabetic, vegetarian, and some with allergies. So it looks as if some accommodation is needed. I recently came across a pumpkin dessert recipe which was touted as diabetic friendly. And a cousin who has gotten into proper food with a vengeance posted a month long menu plan with recipes which should contain some gems. I’ll get to learn new recipes.
The ladies are now up on the roost about 1800.
Last night I watched a program about the history of vampires on PBS and so didn’t go out to close the ladies in until after 1900. It was REALLY dark with no moon (although it is full) because of rain clouds and noisy wind. Of course … as I headed back into the house with the eggs, the wind knocked a dead limb out of a tree behind me.
I am now spinning, knitting, and crocheting for pleasure rather than for total yardage. Current fiber is the lavender which didn’t get used during Spinzilla. No rush … just relaxation and meditation.
Had a couple of medical appointments this week …
Monday was another fasting blood draw followed by George’s semi-annual check up with the VA. I had taken orange juice along for George since we didn’t have a chance to eat between appointments. We went back to Poor George’s for brunch. Thought to give it a second chance in their new place.
This time we had juicy burgers ordered with fries. After all, it was nearly 1030. Well … the cook was alone, the place was busy, he couldn’t find the fries so would we take hash browns instead? I said okay. George opted for potato salad. The hash browns were greasy and not quite cooked through. The potato salad was heavy on the mayo. But the burgers were good and I got extra pickles.
Our next time for this situation (fasting blood draw) won’t be until April (semi-annual VA check up). We’ll make the decision about another chance for Poor George’s then.
Then tuesday we were off to Medford to see the retinologist. Appointment was at 0945, so for the second day in a row we fed animals and left before dawn.
We didn’t see any sign of dawn until we were nearly in Oregon.
Eye results were good. George’s right eye (the one with wet degeneration) is seeing more clearly.
George really likes the new eye doctor. He is very young (I doubt he is much more than 28 or 30) and just off his specialty training. He is as unsure of himself as we all were at that age, but his technique with patients (at least with this patient) and with actual treatment is good. I feel he is a little obsessed with infection, but that could be a good thing.
He’s been in Oregon (from DC) just three months. I asked how he was liking Oregon. He stopped what he was doing, turned to me and smiled as he told me his family was liking it a lot. He then added “Thank you for asking.”
And there was another interaction which pleased me. Last visit, George’s blood pressure was high (it’s back to nearly normal now) and there were fluid spots noted in his right retina. I asked if the increased blood pressure could have anything to do with the new fluid bubbles. The doctor said he had not heard of any research about that. I said something to the effect that maybe he’d have a subject for a paper. The scheduled treatment was finished and that was that.
This appointment he had George’s blood pressure checked and told us there was no research indication of blood pressure having any relationship to fluid bubbles in rather than under the retina, but that his limit for treatment was 180 systolic. That told me he had heard me and done some homework. Clever young man.
The fluid bubbles had diminished this visit. And, as I said, George really likes him.
I failed to tell you our younger son is getting married next saturday. That’s right … Hallowe’en. Everyone, including the congregation at his new pastorate, will be in costume for the ceremony and the reception will be sort of a “Trick or Treat” affair.
The parents of the groom will be present as a portrait on the main table.
George says Mark made a wise decision. He’ll never forget his anniversary.
Will you be dressing up for Hallowe’en?
So … give every one you meet next saturday a BIG smile, enjoy the ghosts and ghoulies, and don’t eat too much candy.
‘Til next week …