Compline, nuclear abolition and war time nuclear power plant trash talk. Also happy birthday Grandma B
Almost 6 hours of sleep.
Body definitely likes exercise both yesterday and today.
Today I FINALLY made it to see my mom. I had not realized I had not seen her since before I went to Omaha.
Mom said it is her mother's birthday. Grandma B died when I was 6. I am her oldest grandchild. I remember she was a strong presence even though now I also know she struggled several years with cancer and taught school full time. I remember her Christmas cactus maybe because I found it reassuring in the presence of a bewildering parade of strangers. My mother asked whether I remember her. I think she and grandpa visited on Christmas. I think she wanted to know what I wanted for Christmas. I am pretty sure my mother suggested a sweater and I absolutely wanted something else. I also remember a visit probably near her death where my sister and then youngest cousin were vying for who could fuss the most. And family memories of funeral circumstances include my sister and me being peeved for different reasons.
And thanks to the Google for the explanation of why search on Grandma B's name yielded a glorious picture of her older brother.
I am cooling my heels and my soul listening to compline. The music is transporting. I do not know what to do with the words except as a vehicle for delivering the music.
Nuclear matters can await more detail.
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