Friday, May 31, 2013

31 may from Prague

Gentle readers,

 Friday the last of May. Sitting in our hotel room in Prague waiting for the rain to stop, or at least, moderate.  Looking forward to a performance of magic flute tonight at the state opera. The choir returned to the states Tuesday from Salzburg where we'd been for several days.  Our friend Franz Knecht met us that day whence we spent a beautiful day in the nearby mountains, specifically st. Gilgens and the Wolfgangsee (lake). On to Prague the next day by train.  Enjoyed a nice choir and organ concert yesterday in a church where we had sung during our first days in Prague with the choir.

I'm hanging in all right, but I do get tired walking the hills and cobblestones of Prague.  It doesn't help that there is not a right angle intersection in the town and the maps are nearly impossible to make out. But we've managed to find our way ultimately on every outing. Zora is doing a great job at navigating this strange town, which is a good thing as my capacity to take it all in is not what it used to be. People have been very helpful which is a good thing, especially since our Czech is not much to be proud of either.

Off to figure out more about the city, like how to find the opera tonight.

Cheers,

Ross

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Hurray for May


Gentlefolk,

Again its been a while since I’ve checked in with folks, so I offer the following update on “no news is good news.”  In general I continue to feel pretty good, the only exceptions being general creakiness of joints, especially after being seated for a while.  I do have a tendency to fade out fairly quickly, but it doesn’t keep me from doing most of the things I like or need to do.  I’ve been on the golf course a few times in recent weeks, and although the results are not satisfying, at least I’m able to get in 18 holes without medical assistance.  I get frustrated  at times, especially at the computer where I have previously demonstrated some enviable facility if not skills.  I takes much more mental energy than it used to, which wears me out more quickly, and of course leads to that frustration.  Part of it is the visual deficit also.  Mid-range correction doesn’t seem possible, probably an indication of brain function loss rather than lens correction.

Folks tell me I’m looking really good, but I suspect what that really means is that I’ve lost the puffiness that came with steroids, and that I’ve managed to control my drooling, at least in public.

While I haven’t had an MRI since the March visit I also have no reason to suspect that the beast in my brain is growing or trying any stronger to establish dominance over my body.  Which is to say that there really are no new symptoms to report either.

Zora and I are preparing for our choir’s tour of Prague and Salzburg starting next week where we will be singing in several grand old churches as well as some impromptu “moments musical.”  We are especially excited because my brother Henry’s wife Bev will be joining us on the trip and singing with us as well.  Henry has an equally glorious golf outing lined up.  There will be tales of glory to go all around.  Our only regret at this point is that there are so many old friends that we’d like to visit while on the eastern side of the pond.  Too many in fact to visit, so we must begin to plan for our next visit.  When we return we will be hosting our kids and their families  for the annual fireworks and picnic at Hagley museum nearby, followed the next day by the adults going up to Merion Golf and Cricket Club in Philly/Ardmore to watch the US Open for the day.  After that we hope to get our acts together for the August family time at the beach at Pawleys Island South Carolina.

Like I said, there’s not a great deal of new news here.  But we continue in the mindset that no news is good news.  I continue to feel blessed by the support and love that continues to pour over me and Z.  I hope to continue to overstay my welcome.  I can’t thank you all ever enough.  I hope you know at least in part how important every small gesture is to such a one as I, and how much appreciated.

I wrap this up with a glass of bubbly from the Loire in hand (and mouth) so blame the Loire for any typos and awkwardness of syntax. 

Blessings and thanks to all,

Ross