Lately I've been feeling like an adult. One of the dear ladies in our ward passed away recently. Lillian was my first Relief Society president. I was a new convert and just started grad school, and she took me under her wing. I missed her funeral on Monday because I was going to a meeting in Baltimore. Another person I care for is very ill. Richard was the serene elder statesman in our Peace Corps group, and hearing his frail voice across the continent saddened me.
I've been feeling physically creaky lately. Nothing debilitating or life-threatening, but still annoying enough. I've experienced a real resurgence of carpal tunnel syndrome on both sides, and the doctor said the only option I have left is surgery. I also went to a GI specialist (a charming Hungarian), which means (dun dun DUN) a colonoscopy. Gah. And I have to get an updated mammogram. Ah, the pain of a 1,000 sports bras!
One more depressing note: I have given up on following the Stanley Cup now that my beloved Caps are out.
I'll be going to Nairobi next week. I was originally scheduled to go to France for a meeting (in Montpellier which means the in-laws) and my supervisor and I completely forgot I had a training to help out with. So now I'm not going. I have to say that I am kind of relieved.
I started my French tutoring this week. At the end my tutor said that there was little that she could help me with, so we decided that each week she'd send me an article or essay for us to discuss. MoBob and I also went to the tennis court for the first time on Wednesday. We found two guys who were also waiting to use the court, and we decided to hit together. Then I got tired and MB played round robin with them.
And since I'm such a well-rounded person...I really enjoyed seeing Iphigénie en Tauride last night with SW. It was a special treat to see SW outside of our usual book club context. I loved the staging, especially the ladders on each side of the stage, the streamers falling from the ceiling, and the red gloves signifying blood and sacrifice. The audience was packed, and I was curious how many people were actually interested in seeing the opera, and how many wanted to see Placido Domingo in his last season.