My Dutch friend Irene, whom I visited in Maastricht in September, is dying tonight by her own choice. That is, she has terminal lung cancer and she decided that this is the day to up her medication to a level her body cannot survive. Her family is with her and her daughter has been good enough to share this with Irene’s friends on Facebook.
I’m rather dismayed to realise that I’m playing for church services four times in a week. The clarinet tomorrow, the organ on Wednesday, I’m not sure which on Thursday, the clarinet on Sunday. The clarinet is much easier to play well, as long as it’s in good order and the player has breath and good lip muscles. Sadly, my lip muscles are right out of condition. I practised this evening and I was finding it hard after playing all four hymns/carols once – that is, one verse of each – never mind the four or so that I’ll need. I slept very poorly last night so I don’t really have the oomph to play more tonight.
When one is awake in the early hours, there is a certain Facebook cameraderie and a couple of my young friends encouraged me to get up and eat, so I made scrambled eggs on toast and coffee and brought them back to bed at 3 am. It didn’t do much for the sleeping though and I only slept for about another hour. It’ll be better tonight.
I need to make a note of what I still have to do, such as ice the cake. Not that I like icing much, I could put nuts on instead. Anyway, it has to be done. I’ve got a few presents left to buy, not much. I never wrap anything until I’ve bought everything, it makes life simpler and I think it’s far more fun to do it all at the last.