On Monday, our friend Heidi died after battling cancer for a year and a half. It was her birthday. She leaves behind her husband Kurt (whom Rob baptized), her son Sven, and her daughters Jasmine (above) and AnnLuise. We are missing her quick Berlinish wit, her great cooking, and the fuss that she made over all of us.
On Tuesday we got a call from school that Will had fallen and cut his eye. Rob ran down and took him to the emergency room. He got four stitches, an orange Fanta, a bravery certificate from the clinic, and a Playmobil knight.
He was worried at bedtime that it would hurt to get the stitches taken out, so we called Uncle Jeff in Boston to ask him about his experience running into the railing at the Stake Center.
The doctor saw him the next day and said that the only thing that could have gone better would be if he hadn't fallen at all (um, yeah. even we knew that much). No concussion, no infection.
On Wednesday no one had died or gotten stitches, so we let Maddie dye her hair Cassis purple with Matt Reed (Sarah's husband). It is really quite a stunning shade. I wonder what they'll think of it in the Christmas play in two weeks?
On Thursday Will's eye had turned pretty colors.
And on Thursday, we had our last meeting with the students. They take off for all sorts of places from here: California, Philadelphia, Stuttgart, London, Prague, and Istanbul to name a few. We gave them back their work (and yes, we did read them -- with some help from our friends) and they gave us tickets to Aida in two weeks. We may be ready to do something by then.
In the meantime, Aunt Kiecoo sent us a package that arrived today. It contains the Carsdamoofie DVD. I think that is just our speed.