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Betsy Bowman
Wait ... what? I\'m not in charge of everything?

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Farewell summer


On the Sunday of Labor Day weekend, Jenny, Alysia and I celebrated (mourned??) at Tanglewood for the last BSO performance of the summer - Beethoven's wonderful Symphony number 9. It was an absolutely perfect day under a blue sky on velvety green grass with lovely, fancy snacks and two fabulous ladies. I had a million school things I should have been doing that day - and I'm so glad I chose to spend it at Tanglewood instead. When it was over - and the chorus of Ode to Joy was floating away with the breeze - I called out "do it again!" as if to prolong summer .... but it was over.  And after a barefoot walk on the soft grass ariund the grounds of Tanglewood ... so too was summer.  

So now it's back to school - a mile a minute days full of 500 kids and things that people need done yesterday and nights spent tossing and turning while minutia race through my head.  And - it's so good to be around so many people that I love who are doing everything they can to take good care of me.  The fabulous Holly Fritz continues to shower me with delicious food from her Vermont garden patch.  Liz checks in every afternoon to pry me away and drive me home.  Some kids have asked about my "moushwa" (the Kreyol word for the headscarf that Haitian ladies wear) and I've explained the situation to anyone who's asked directly.  Others have confirmed their suspicions by asking friends or other adults in the building.  And I think that mostly they're fine with the fact that I pretty much seem myself - I still chase them all over the place and tell them what to do all day long and love to catch up and hear about their adventures and sucesses and struggles.  So as long as nothing really changes from their perspective - they're OK!

But these drugs are nasty and I'm more fatigued than I was in July, that's for sure.  I'm going to bed at 8 a lot this week!  And today I'm off for a blood transfusion in the hopes that some stranger's blood full of red blood cells will help.  Turns out oxygen is REALLY helpful and my body could use some more of it.  So it's a little creepy to imagine pumping pints of someone else's blood into my body ... but I guess that's just what we do at this point.  I'll let you know how it goes.


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