Today I share a link to a lovely blog. In the long time ago I worked with some very fine people at Maxwell International Baha'i School on Vancouver Island, the Hein family. Kurt and Delane were "dorm parents" and later, took on other roles, but eventually returned to Oregon, Delane's home, and Kurt keeps in loving touch with a host of people around and about. He has multiple sclerosis but this does not keep him from a lively computer correspondence, and recently he offered me an opportunity to get to know their daughter better. While I have met her, we do not know one another well. I had enjoyed the pleasure of teaching, and becoming a friend of their son's, and came to love him dearly. You have to hear Lukas play his saxophone! Anyway, I think their daughter is an artist at so many levels...and she writes a lovely account of their family's daily life in Zambia, where she and her husband Simon Richmond are raising three children. Take a look, if you're interested, at the life of a Baha'i family in Zambia.

At home, I quit meditating (read, sitting on the couch looking at the last day of October) and decided that today's exercise was to rake all the leaves in the front yard. It was cold and a slight drizzle...but Dad joined me and the two of us managed to work up a wee sweat. I took three loads of leaves down the hill in the red wheelbarrow, and Dad took two...and I shall rake some more in the back yard soon, unless it snows first. We did finally get all the bulbs in for the winter...and tonight are expecting Hallowe'en hordes.

I suppose the most excitement of the day was for my journalist daughter, who got to interview one of Unicef's lastest high profile ambassadors, the apparently-charming Ben Mulroney. Tune in to Carleton radio station on Wednesday noon for her clip with the host of Canadian Idol (and son of a former Canadian Prime Minister).

Life is interesting...

Here are Kim and Diana, in full after dinner laughter! I always enjoy Kim's visits, and having the opportunity to get to know her other good friends in our region, this time, was a bonus. Let me give a shout out to Diana's husband's website: you can find all kinds of cool ruminations there, including literary reviews I tend to agree with (although I am a complete Kingsolver groupie). Check out Jay Howden's site.

Devotionals...I think they are about my favourite activity. This morning my mother and father, our visiting friend Elizabeth Asbury from St. Jerome, and I went to a session of prayers and a luncheon at the home of our friend Deirdre. Several youth were also in attendance, and her son Eric performed some music of his own composition, some pretty rousing Baha'i gospel songs. Keep an ear out for this young man...Eric Farr...who will undoubtedly end up singing and sharing his talent in a number of venues after he completes his studies at McGill. His brother, James, also plays a mean guitar.

Everyone at the devotional event remembered people who were much in their hearts, and then a reading of the Fire Tablet was done by Sam and Chloe. For those of you unfamiliar with this wonderful prayer of Baha'u'llah's, check out my comments from a month ago when I reprinted it in its entirety after another session at Deirdre's.

A good week, despite the occasional threat of snow. Dad and I are trying to get the garden cleared from summer and the spring bulbs in. We are almost finished but the weather has not been cooperating, so hopefully tomorrow will find me able to finish preparing bulbs for winter and Dad planting the last of the tulips and daffodils under the maple tree out front. I have to be disciplined when I go to the nursery, but this week could not resist buying some lilies that are red flame with yellow centres. I am already looking forward to spring, and seeing them come up...why can't we just skip winter? Ah, I told Bernie I was going to try to change my thinking...and learn to appreciate what winter has to offer, and so I will try. I will try. I will try. I just got out of our hot tub, and will now build a fire again in our lovely brick fireplace. Tea, anyone?

Today's picture is a photo I took last weekend in Chicago, in the House of Worship. I liked the pillars, and the soft lighting. In every nook there was something to read about the Baha'i faith for those unfamiliar with it, as well as for visitors more versed in its writings. To the right, as you walked down this particular section, was the bookstore, and at the end of the corridor, the cornerstone room where 'Abdu'l-Baha had begun to build the temple in 1912. The gardens are also very lovely but I thought some of you who may not have been there might like a glance inside. The image of pillars is such a strong one, in any faith, but in The Advent of Divine Justice, speaking of the future House of Justice (which has now been in place since the election of the first one in 1963), the Guardian of the faith reminds us:

"That which traineth the world is Justice, for it is upheld by two pillars, reward and punishment. These two pillars are the sources of life to the world.... Small wonder, therefore, that the Author of the Bahá'í Revelation should have chosen to associate the name and title of that House, which is to be the crowning glory of His administrative institutions, not with forgiveness but with justice, to have made justice the only basis and the permanent foundation of His Most Great Peace, and to have proclaimed it in His Hidden Words as 'the best beloved of all things' in His sight."

Sources of life to the world.

A glorious fall day, and we are taking it easy here at home. I thought this would be a good day to share this view of my parents overlooking Champlain Lookout. On a clear day you can see the whole Ottawa River Valley from this vantage point, but here of course it was rainy and a little past the peak for colours. Nonetheless, I'm glad we went.

I am beginning to receive some feedback about Partners in Spirit. I doubt anyone would say that they didn't enjoy it, though, so will be curious to hear from people who don't actually know some of the couples in the book, or me. Independent review will be interesting to hear. In the meantime, an occasional poem is beginning to come to me, in any quiet times for thought. I am still finding pleasures in the small things: making a casserole which fills the house with the scent of herbs, watering plants, getting small things done in the garden. My domestic phase seems to be still in full swing.

I talked to my brother-in-law this morning. He turned 40 this year and said he doesn't feel it. I told him I'm not sure what 50 feels like but since I'm in it, this must be the way it is. I find that mostly, each day, I find another reason to be grateful.

Today is a day to show love in marriages! The Birth of the Bab is a celebratory day for Baha'is, and today my father, my mother and I enjoyed hearing my cousin Jack's erudite talk about the history of heroism in the faith as seen through the writings of Shoghi Effendi. This has led me to think of the love the young Bab expressed for His wife, and the bright flame that was His short ministry.

Here, at left, is a picture taken last night of our friends Maury and Helen, who offered generous contributions to my book on marriage. At right, below, Bernie shares a tender moment with me, caught by my father during their 50th anniversary reunion celebrations in Saskatchewan in 2005. I like the knowledge of each other in both photos, the laughter, the feeling that Maury described in my book as follows:

"Really, when the chips were completely down and all reserves seemed exhausted, I would look into the face of my partner and see the burning beauty and fidelity, the memories there of all the most important doings in life that we shared and gave each other. I saw, under her sometimes shocked and tired life-worn surface the inexhaustible depths of her purity, love, and inner mystery, and with that came the turning point of enough hope and enough reason to believe that we could, if we just got past the stupid stuff, swim together again in those ancient, beautiful, and heady waters."

During my friend Kim's visit, we took the opportunity for a slightly belated drive to Champlain Lookout, and it is a picture of this event which I share with you this evening. Isn't our valley lovely in the autumn mist? A fine rain...and a wonderful view over the river, looking southwest from the Gatineau hills.

After Kim's departure, we had a quiet day before Dad, Mom, Bernie and I went to Wakefield for our weekly Ruhi 4 session. Today, Dad and I ran around doing errands, and in the evening, Dad, my eldest daughter and I went north, while Bernie and Mom went to a Gatineau celebration.

The Birth of the Bab, October 20, is a Holy Day for Baha'is around the world. This evening, we attended an event celebrating the day in nearby Chelsea, Québec at the home of friends whose hospitality was, as usual, open and lovely. We had a fine potluck dinner, met many new friends, saw a few old ones, enjoyed the remarkable musical talents of James Farr, and had a short series of readings in celebration of the special event for which we have gathered. I got one photograph of a new friend, Jenny, deeply ensconced in reading my book. That was nice for me to see.

Tomorrow Dad and I are off to Carleton University to hear my cousin Jack McLean give a scholarly talk on his research about Shoghi Effendi, the Guardian of our faith, about whom Jack has recently written a book which will come out from George Ronald press in England, although I'm not sure exactly when. My second book will also be published by this press, and I am truly delighted to have a chance to join Jack as an author published by this prestigious group. Perhaps I shall write about what I hear tomorrow...but I feel less inclined to note-taking these days, just enjoying narratives, and the stories in pictures.

I thought you might find it interesting to see a photo of the display which was made of my books at Transitions Bookplace in Chicago. As the featured author/speaker, I was pretty excited to see this, as you can imagine.

At home, more visits! This time we are delighted to have a visit from our friend Kim, from Saskatchewan. One of the things I have always loved about her is her willingness to think deeply about my poems, and to give me very helpful feedback, so perhaps this afternoon she and I will spend some time with poetry. In the meantime she is chatting upstairs with Mom and Dad, who seem to enjoy meeting the various friends who are flowing through the house. We also have numerous Baha'i activities coming up; we continue our Ruhi 4 circle in Wakefield, on Thursday night will join a nearby community for the celebration of the birth of the Bab, and on the weekend there are a couple of activities in which to participate. Never a dull moment!

As promised, I am sharing a photo of a visit from Regan. I got back from Chicago today and have downloaded photographs from a very busy week. Here, Regan and my mother enjoy a little after-dinner chat.

Another photo I wish to share was taken yesterday, by my host in Chicago, during the hour I had to go to the House of Worship there. It was a whirlwind day, arriving in Chicago by about 10:30 a.m. and being warmly greeted. Then we went directly to the House of Worship, where I was able to spend a little time shopping and some time offering prayers, both in the beautiful section inside the temple and in the downstairs area where 'Abdu'l-Baha laid the cornerstone so long ago. The gardens were still lovely, with fountains and flowers everywhere, and it was a glorious, sunny fall day. I took a picture of a rose, which I may share later this week, and many shots from inside the temple. When I have a chance, I'll make a slideshow and provide a link, but right now I wanted to write out the story of my time in Chicago while I still have it fresh in my mind.

After my visit to the temple, my host and I were delighted to be invited by some Baha'i friends who are actually Canadians working in the U.S. to join them for lunch. We found that we had many friends in common, and chatted and feasted...then went to Lee's home for more visiting before going to Transitions Bookplace for the scheduled book event. There, many area Baha'is as well as several interested friends of the Baha'is gathered at the bookstore, where my books were prominently displayed, and I spoke and read a couple of excerpts for about an hour. The talk was very well received, as well as videotaped, and I believe it is the intention that some of it may be used in a newsreel of some sort which is provided for the American Baha'is. Anyway, after my talk, I chatted and signed several books, after which a large group went for a Persian meal together. I was seated next to the editor of my book and we had a wonderful chat. He is a lovely person and I was delighted to learn more about him and his family. He and his wife are proud new parents to a baby son! I took him a bunch of Munsch books (Robert Munsch is a wonderful Canadian author of children's stories) and learned something of the history of his marriage to his lovely wife, who is from Ghana, in the Holy Land while they were serving the Baha'i World Centre.

After dinner, it was off to the home of my very gracious hosts, where we had tea and cookies and then some sleep before I was conducted to the airport for my flight home...and now, having regaled my parents and my husband with stories of a very intense twenty-four hours, I thought I would share some highlights with you.

Time: sometimes I understand why it seems such a nebulous idea. It seems to capsize upon itself...

This is a picture of my mother, before she was married, circa 1950. I have always been stunned by her beauty...Dad is handsome, and I look more like his side of the family so I suppose I am handsome enough too, but the really astonishing beauty was Mother's. I think about this because in the last few days time's shadows have been flitting around my heart. We began with the heady events surrounding my reaching the half-century mark, then Dad giving a truly interesting fireside, I cooked up a Thanksgiving dinner attended by all my children as well as their cousin Audrey, plus a few friends. Then on Wednesday and Thursday we received a visit from Regan, whom we hadn't seen in over two decades.

We greeted him at the Ottawa train station, and Mom, Dad and he and I went out for lunch together, lingering over reminiscing until we had to go for our Ruhi 4 class in Wakefield. Regan was off to see other Ottawa friends and the next morning I went and collected him from the WUSC office, with which he has been affiliated through his work in Peru. We took the time to chat with several of his friends and colleagues before dashing over to pick up my second daughter and drive her to college. I then thought to take him to our Museum of Civilization; I wanted him to see First Nations Hall and the Great Hall, there, and we walked through Canada's simulated history on the fourth floor. Then we picked up some souvenirs before driving home to join Mom and Dad for lunch at home. We whiled away the afternoon, had supper, spent the evening chatting more, looked at photo albums, spoke of Regan's family, of many old friends especially in Saskatchewan, and generally discovered how each of us has different memories but that they have accumulated to provide some very good stories for all of us. I think Dad especially was very moved to have a chance for this visit, although there is also a very nice picture of Regan and Mom having a little cuddle and laugh, which I will post in a few days. Bernie and Jesse were busy with a variety of pursuits during our visit, including Bern installing our new dishwasher (blessings upon him!) but both took time for visits with our guest, and Jesse and I discussed English homework and incentives. We heard stories of Regan's time in Peru these many years and very much enjoyed noshing on the chocolate he brought. Bern and Mom will no doubt enjoy the Peruvian coffee, and he also brought a few books. It was very thoughtful. Time floated in and out of memory, thirty years of time, its places, many people...and, if I do say so myself, a rather tasty blueberry cheesecake helped time pass agreeably! Regan left for Grimsby in the late evening and Dad had kindly cleaned up most of the kitchen in the time it took me to get to the bus station and back.

Then this morning time took another turn as my friend Sandra and I went to visit her mother, Doris, who is not well and beginning to make her transition, I think, to the next world. Having gone through some of this process with my mother-in-law, I just held Doris's hands, sang her prayers and shared with her my thanks for her role in my life while Sandra made her mom as physically comfortable as possible. Doris, and Sandra, have been friends since I was eight. "Granny" is so frail now that I cannot help but hope that God takes her home soon. After this visit, Sandra and I journeyed to the hospital to visit her brother, Trevor, who is very ill, and spent a brief time with him. Then Sandra took me out to lunch and we had an excellent meal at a small vegetarian restaurant new to both of us, and to which I will undoubtedly have opportunity to take my dear vegetarian daughter at some point.

On the way home, time took another interesting meander. I had stopped to pick up a few groceries and was at the checkout, when a woman behind me asked, "Excuse me, but are you a Moore?" I have an aunt for whom that is the married last name, and I was momentarily confused, but then the woman introduced herself. She turned out to be Fiona, the daughter of some my parents' oldest friends, Michael and Elizabeth. She had recognized me for my resemblance to my aunt (and of course, my Dad, because I explained that no, in fact, I was a Nablo!)...after more than thirty years! Unbelievable. We chatted and she sent her greetings to Mom and Dad, which I duly conveyed upon arrival.

Today I have kindled a fire...it is an autumn wind and the leaves are in the last stages of saying good night before the cold, and yet I am hopeful that we still have some time of sunny fall before the time yields...Dad and I have begun the fall gardening but there are many bulbs yet to be planted. The remaining tomatoes are ripening in the kitchen (something like me! ripening in this warm older house) and the zinnias are still in stubborn, pale lemon bloom against the brick. There are metaphors galore within all these colours, time drifting leaves past our windows, where we peer through to find that in the past, in the present, there is still a lot to be grateful for...old friends and the best of memories recalled through time's forgiving lens.

As for the future...I am off to Chicago tomorrow for a book signing and a gala time with the people who have made my book happen, and will report upon that on my return. On Sunday, we will celebrate the spirit by sharing the Baha'i feast with our community, and today, with so many visits and blessings, time with Regan and Doris and Sandra and Trevor and even a hello from Fiona, that the world is a place where from within the brigadoon mists of time, there circle, always, the caring faces of "the circle of intimate friends."

Isn't my mother beautiful?

Here are my friends, David and Belinda, at our Friday night gathering to celebrate the publication of my book, Partners in Spirit: What Couples Say About Marriages That Work. They were amongst those who contributed the amazing story of their marriage, in the book. The launch was, as I said in my last post, a wonderful event, and one of the many gifts of the day was that my dad and mom gave me a digital camera for my birthday. I am now learning how to use it, as well as how to fiddle with the iPhoto program...and this is the first result.

This morning Dad gave a wonderful fireside, with three guests in attendance, and after our waffles, we sat out on the deck because the weather was perfect. I am going to try and synthesize my notes and share some of his comments with you, but will have to wait for tomorrow during down time from other events as time is a little short at the moment, and I need to prepare my thinking. A good time will be while I prepare our traditional turkey dinner.

This week my family and I are looking forward to the visit of someone we have not seen in over twenty years. Regan tells me that his sister Wendy has been looking at the blog, as have some of the other members of the family, and I am very touched that he is making the effort to share with them some of our family news. Without going into too much detail, this will be a time to reconnect with someone who was once very close, and who loved my mother, as well as my father, as wise mentors. I am glad that his current visit to Canada (he normally lives in Peru but is on holiday) is offering an occasion for him to come and see us at a time when Mom and Dad are with us. I am also very appreciative because he is one of those who went out of his way to assist in the development of my second book, now accepted for publication.

I have decided on the theme for my next book, too, and have begun the process of reflection, writing and inquiry which accompanies any work. I am sure I will speak more of it here as time goes by, so will leave you with these thoughts and with wishes, from Gatineau, Canada, for an absolutely heart-filled Thanksgiving weekend.

Yesterday, my fiftieth birthday, was a grand day. I spent the morning baking for a party here tonight and am feeling well prepared to host several friends coming for my book launch. Then, around noon, my books arrived. What an indescribable feeling to first hold a book you have written, published, in your hands. Mom, Dad, Bernie and I eagerly perused it a little and agreed it was a lovely thing. Then Dad and I went to do errands, including looking at digital cameras. Mom and Dad bought me one for my birthday. Then they took us for dinner downtown. In between the day was interspersed with gifts, greetings, phone calls, and general pleasures. My love brought me white roses and to my hilarity, a season of CSI on DVD...we are both addicted, and getting tired of reruns.

Tonight a gathering in which I will give out copies of Partners in Spirit: What Couples Say About Marriages That Work. I will do so with so much gratitude! I also bought envelopes to prepare the copies for mailing to people around the world...and last night Mom and I worked away, I inscribing and addressing, as she put the books into the envelopes and sealed them. There are more to be done but we got a good stack prepared.

I have so much to be grateful for.

October: This has been a good day. My parents and I got up and went to a friend's house for a devotional gathering. She always includes a reading of the Fire Tablet, an immensely powerful prayer revealed by Baha'u'llah, and we went around the circle of gathered friends (only seven of us this time but quite intimate because of this) and shared where our thoughts would be, and with whom, as we offered the prayer:

In the Name of God, the Most Ancient, the Most Great. Indeed the hearts of the sincere are consumed in the fire of separation: Where is the gleaming of the light of Thy Countenance, O Beloved of the worlds? Those who are near unto Thee have been abandoned in the darkness of desolation: Where is the shining of the morn of Thy reunion, O Desire of the worlds? The bodies of Thy chosen ones lie quivering on distant sands: Where is the ocean of Thy presence, O Enchanter of the worlds? Longing hands are uplifted to the heaven of Thy grace and generosity: Where are the rains of Thy bestowal, O Answerer of the worlds? The infidels have arisen in tyranny on every hand: Where is the compelling power of Thine ordaining pen, O Conqueror of the worlds? The barking of dogs is loud on every side: Where is the lion of the forest of Thy might, O Chastiser of the worlds? Coldness hath gripped all mankind: Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire of the worlds? Calamity hath reached its height: Where are the signs of Thy succor, O Salvation of the worlds? Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples: Where is the brightness of Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds? The necks of men are stretched out in malice: Where are the swords of Thy vengeance, O Destroyer of the worlds? Abasement hath reached its lowest depth: Where are the emblems of Thy glory, O Glory of the worlds? Sorrows have afflicted the Revealer of Thy Name, the All-Merciful: Where is the joy of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation, O Delight of the worlds? Anguish hath befallen all the peoples of the earth: Where are the ensigns of Thy gladness, O Joy of the worlds? Thou seest the Dawning Place of Thy signs veiled by evil suggestions: Where are the fingers of Thy might, O Power of the worlds? Sore thirst hath overcome all men: Where is the river of Thy bounty, O Mercy of the worlds? Greed hath made captive all mankind: Where are the embodiments of detachment, O Lord of the worlds? Thou seest this Wronged One lonely in exile: Where are the hosts of the heaven of Thy Command, O Sovereign of the worlds? I have been forsaken in a foreign land: Where are the emblems of Thy faithfulness, O Trust of the worlds? The agonies of death have laid hold on all men: Where is the surging of Thine ocean of eternal life, O Life of the worlds. The whisperings of Satan have been breathed to every creature: Where is the meteor of Thy fire, O Light of the worlds? The drunkenness of passion hath perverted most of mankind: Where are the daysprings of purity, O Desire of the worlds? Thou seest this Wronged One veiled in tyranny among the Syrians: Where is the radiance of Thy dawning light, O Light of the worlds? Thou seest Me forbidden to speak forth: Then from where will spring Thy melodies, O Nightingale of the worlds? Most of the people are enwrapped in fancy and idle imaginings: Where are the exponents of Thy certitude, O Assurance of the worlds? Bahá' is drowning in a sea of tribulation: Where is the Ark of Thy salvation, O Savior of the worlds? Thou seest the Dayspring of Thine utterance in the darkness of creation: Where is the sun of the heaven of Thy grace, O Lightgiver of the worlds? The lamps of truth and purity, of loyalty and honor, have been put out: Where are the signs of Thine avenging wrath, O Mover of the worlds? Canst Thou see any who have championed Thy Self, or who ponder on what hath befallen Him in the pathway of Thy love? Now doth My pen halt, O Beloved of the worlds? The branches of the Divine Lote-Tree lie broken by the onrushing gales of destiny: Where are the banners of Thy succor, O Champion of the worlds? This Face is hidden in the dust of slander: Where are the breezes of Thy compassion, O Mercy of the worlds? The robe of sanctity is sullied by the people of deceit: Where is the vesture of Thy holiness, O Adorner of the worlds? The sea of grace is stilled for what the hands of men have wrought: Where are the waves of Thy bounty, O Desire of the worlds? The door leading to the Divine Presence is locked through the tyranny of Thy foes: Where is the key of Thy bestowal, O Unlocker of the worlds? The leaves are yellowed by the poisoning winds of sedition: Where is the downpour of the clouds of Thy bounty, O Giver of the worlds? The universe is darkened with the dust of sin: Where are the breezes of Thy forgiveness, O Forgiver of the worlds? This Youth is lonely in a desolate land: Where is the rain of Thy heavenly grace, O Bestower of the worlds? O Supreme Pen, We have heard Thy most sweet call in the eternal realm: Give Thou ear unto what the Tongue of Grandeur uttereth, O Wronged One of the worlds? Were it not for the cold, how would the heat of Thy words prevail, O Expounder of the worlds? Were it not for calamity, how would the sun of Thy patience shine, O Light of the worlds? Lament not because of the wicked. Thou wert created to bear and endure, O Patience of the worlds. How sweet was Thy dawning on the horizon of the Covenant among the stirrers of sedition, and Thy yearning after God, O Love of the worlds. By Thee the banner of independence was planted on the highest peaks, and the sea of bounty surged, O Rapture of the worlds. By Thine aloneness the Sun of Oneness shone, and by Thy banishment the land of Unity was adorned. Be patient, O Thou Exile of the worlds. We have made abasement the garment of glory, and affliction the adornment of Thy temple, O Pride of the worlds. Thou seest the hearts are filled with hate, and to overlook is Thine, O Thou Concealer of the sins of the worlds. When the swords flash, go forward! When the shafts fly, press onward! O Thou Sacrifice of the worlds. Dost Thou wail, or shall I wail? Rather shall I weep at the fewness of Thy champions, O Thou Who hast caused the wailing of the worlds. Verily, I have heard Thy call, O All-Glorious Beloved; and now is the face of Bahá flaming with the heat of tribulation and with the fire of Thy shining word, and He hath risen up in faithfulness at the place of sacrifice, looking toward Thy pleasure, O Ordainer of the worlds. O `Alí-Akbar, thank thy Lord for this Tablet whence thou canst breathe the fragrance of My meekness, and know what hath beset Us in the path of God, the Adored of all the worlds. Should all the servants read and ponder this, there shall be kindled in their veins a fire that shall set aflame the worlds. - Bahá'u'lláh

Then we had a wonderful lunch of soups, bread and cheese, and subsequently off we went to do some shopping at Costco, where my mom went fruit crazy...plums, pears, oranges, apples, grapes, melons...and I found a very nice stacking serving tray for my cheesecakes when I make them. But I promised myself I'd never go on a Sunday again...TOO MANY PEOPLE!

Home for a nap and then a lovely dinner prepared by Bernie, with all the kids home and cousin Audrey as well...eight around the table. A festive affair, with Grandma particularly happy since all the kids like playing cards so there were numerous rounds of her favourite, Quiddler.

After supper the girls decided to take a dip in the new hot tub and came up rosy-faced and steamy. I also helped my second daughter a little with her Psychology homework...all dendrites and axons and hormones...by Bio course is old but I read enough about nutrition to be able to decode with her the variety of terms and to know what happens if there is damage, such as to the myelin sheath. Dad and I also had an interesting chat, and my son has been trying to figure out why Grandpa's computer won't pick up our in-house wireless internet connection. Very strange.

A good day, and God willing, a good week to come...to you all.