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As I noted in my previous entry, Barbara Lenk, the most recent nominee to the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court has been the focus of quite a bit of a kerfluffle by virtue of her being the first openly gay nominee. There have been a few recent developments that folks might be interested in:

First, Judge Lenk has been confirmed:
Barbara A. Lenk, a veteran Massachusetts Appeals Court judge, won confirmation yesterday to a seat on the Supreme Judicial Court, becoming the first openly gay judge to serve on the state’s highest judicial body.

The Governor’s Council confirmed Lenk on a 5-to-3 vote. She is Governor Deval Patrick’s fourth appointment to the seven-member SJC, which issued the landmark 2003 ruling that made Massachusetts the first state to legalize same-sex marriage.
The three councilors who voted against Judge Lenk claimed that her sexuality had nothing to do with their decisions.

Second, Sally Naumann, whose testimony at Lenk's confirmation hearing inspired my mother to write a letter to the Boston Globe, had a letter of her own published in the Globe. Ms. Naumann, alas, is firmly convinced that homosexuality is a choice and that gays and lesbians are actively recruiting new members for their secret cabal.

Third, and on a much happier note, my extremely cool Mom says thanks.
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As I noted in my previous entry, Barbara Lenk, the most recent nominee to the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court has been the focus of quite a bit of a kerfluffle by virtue of her being the first openly gay nominee. There have been a few recent developments that folks might be interested in:

First, Judge Lenk has been confirmed:
Barbara A. Lenk, a veteran Massachusetts Appeals Court judge, won confirmation yesterday to a seat on the Supreme Judicial Court, becoming the first openly gay judge to serve on the state’s highest judicial body.

The Governor’s Council confirmed Lenk on a 5-to-3 vote. She is Governor Deval Patrick’s fourth appointment to the seven-member SJC, which issued the landmark 2003 ruling that made Massachusetts the first state to legalize same-sex marriage.
The three councilors who voted against Judge Lenk claimed that her sexuality had nothing to do with their decisions.

Second, Sally Naumann, whose testimony at Lenk's confirmation hearing inspired my mother to write a letter to the Boston Globe, had a letter of her own published in the Globe. Ms. Naumann, alas, is firmly convinced that homosexuality is a choice and that gays and lesbians are actively recruiting new members for their secret cabal.

Third, and on a much happier note, my extremely cool Mom says thanks.
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Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick has nominated an appellate judge from my home town of Carlisle, Barbara Lenk, to fill an open seat on the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court. This is the same court whose decision in Goodridge vs. Department of Public Health first legalized same-sex marriage in the United States.

The nomination has caused a bit of a kerfluffle, since Lenk happens to be a lesbian. In fact, if confirmed, she would be the first openly gay justice on the SJC. She also is married, having wed her partner after the Goodridge decision took effect. Sadly but unsurprisingly, that led to some unpleasant testimony at her confirmation hearings, including this bit from another Carlisle resident:
"This will be a clarion call to all that want to indoctrinate our children into homosexuality," testified Sally Naumann, who, like Lenk, lives in Carlisle. "How will we ever be able to say no to our children?"
In reply to that article, my mom, who still lives in Carlisle, wrote the following letter to the editor of the Boston Globe:
IN YOUR April 29 editorial "Decision on Lenk should focus on her record, not her sexuality," you write that Sally Naumann testified before the Governor’s Council that Judge Barbara Lenk’s nomination to the state Supreme Judicial Court would be "a clarion call to all that want to indoctrinate our children into homosexuality." I have lived in Carlisle for 50 years, and known Naumann for most of that time. Our sons went to school together. Never have any of my gay friends, co-workers, and neighbors tried to indoctrinate me or my sons into homosexuality. They have been too busy living active, fruitful lives contributing to our town, state, and country.
And that is one of the reasons why I have an extremely cool mom.
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Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick has nominated an appellate judge from my home town of Carlisle, Barbara Lenk, to fill an open seat on the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court. This is the same court whose decision in Goodridge vs. Department of Public Health first legalized same-sex marriage in the United States.

The nomination has caused a bit of a kerfluffle, since Lenk happens to be a lesbian. In fact, if confirmed, she would be the first openly gay justice on the SJC. She also is married, having wed her partner after the Goodridge decision took effect. Sadly but unsurprisingly, that led to some unpleasant testimony at her confirmation hearings, including this bit from another Carlisle resident:
"This will be a clarion call to all that want to indoctrinate our children into homosexuality," testified Sally Naumann, who, like Lenk, lives in Carlisle. "How will we ever be able to say no to our children?"
In reply to that article, my mom, who still lives in Carlisle, wrote the following letter to the editor of the Boston Globe:
IN YOUR April 29 editorial "Decision on Lenk should focus on her record, not her sexuality," you write that Sally Naumann testified before the Governor’s Council that Judge Barbara Lenk’s nomination to the state Supreme Judicial Court would be "a clarion call to all that want to indoctrinate our children into homosexuality." I have lived in Carlisle for 50 years, and known Naumann for most of that time. Our sons went to school together. Never have any of my gay friends, co-workers, and neighbors tried to indoctrinate me or my sons into homosexuality. They have been too busy living active, fruitful lives contributing to our town, state, and country.
And that is one of the reasons why I have an extremely cool mom.
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... my grandmother, Gertude Dexter, was born.

She died four years and a couple of weeks ago. I still miss her.

I'm also still so glad that she's free of the dementia that plagued her last few years on this earth.
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... my grandmother, Gertude Dexter, was born.

She died four years and a couple of weeks ago. I still miss her.

I'm also still so glad that she's free of the dementia that plagued her last few years on this earth.
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Yesterday, 9/9, would have been my grandmother's 99th birthday (had she not died three years ago).

Somewhere up in Heaven, she and my grandfather Red are probably still chuckling over how she found the perfect excuse not to do any physical therapy for her broken leg.
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Yesterday, 9/9, would have been my grandmother's 99th birthday (had she not died three years ago).

Somewhere up in Heaven, she and my grandfather Red are probably still chuckling over how she found the perfect excuse not to do any physical therapy for her broken leg.
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My great-aunt died yesterday at the age of 91. She was the last of that generation in my family, and sharp as a tack right to the end.

I've been trying to figure out something wise and clever to write in her memory - but my brother [livejournal.com profile] reynaud said it better than I could.
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My great-aunt died yesterday at the age of 91. She was the last of that generation in my family, and sharp as a tack right to the end.

I've been trying to figure out something wise and clever to write in her memory - but my brother [livejournal.com profile] reynaud said it better than I could.
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As I have previously groused, I spent a good chunk of yesterday helping my brother move, despite various and sundry pitfalls. Unfortunately, due mostly to U-No-Wanna-Haul providing a mere pickup truck instead of the van he'd reserved, we still had a lot of stuff left at his old place by the time we gave up for the night. This included the Humongous Sofa, which would take at least two people to move, assuming it could be got through the door in the first place.
And, of course, nobody else was available to help. There were a couple of maybes, but no definite yeses.
So I volunteered myself to take today off and assist.
Which, of course, meant that we had a few more misadventures, including:
- The roadwork that blocked the previous best route from the old place to the new place
- The backing, filling and disassembly of feet necessary to get the Humongous Sofa out the old place's door and through the new place's door
- Forgetting to empty the drip tray on the window air-conditioning unit before putting it in the box
- Oh, and none of the maybes were able to make it.

On the other hand, we got him moved. And we even did it before the insanely hot and humid weather strikes New England.

And I'm only a wee bit sore.
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As I have previously groused, I spent a good chunk of yesterday helping my brother move, despite various and sundry pitfalls. Unfortunately, due mostly to U-No-Wanna-Haul providing a mere pickup truck instead of the van he'd reserved, we still had a lot of stuff left at his old place by the time we gave up for the night. This included the Humongous Sofa, which would take at least two people to move, assuming it could be got through the door in the first place.
And, of course, nobody else was available to help. There were a couple of maybes, but no definite yeses.
So I volunteered myself to take today off and assist.
Which, of course, meant that we had a few more misadventures, including:
- The roadwork that blocked the previous best route from the old place to the new place
- The backing, filling and disassembly of feet necessary to get the Humongous Sofa out the old place's door and through the new place's door
- Forgetting to empty the drip tray on the window air-conditioning unit before putting it in the box
- Oh, and none of the maybes were able to make it.

On the other hand, we got him moved. And we even did it before the insanely hot and humid weather strikes New England.

And I'm only a wee bit sore.
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Or, in this case, (mis)adventures in helping my brother move.

Misadventure #1: Seems the folks at U-Really-Didn't-Wanna-Haul managed to forget that he'd reserved a truck today - so they didn't have one for him when he showed up to pick it up. Whoops. So, instead of the twenty-foot van he was supposed to be renting - they scrounged up a pickup truck with an *eight* foot long bed. Luckily, it's a local move - but we made three trips today and still didn't get everything moved.

Misadventure #2: Wasps in a rail. Specifically, the railing leading up to the front door of the new place.

Misadventure #3: Narrow doors. Especially the back door to the New Place, which should have been the better way in because of fewer stairs.

Tomorrow: more misadventures.

The moral of the story: hire younger, stronger backs who come with their own vehicles. (Burning the old place to the ground is contraindicated as the upstairs neighbors are nice people.)
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Or, in this case, (mis)adventures in helping my brother move.

Misadventure #1: Seems the folks at U-Really-Didn't-Wanna-Haul managed to forget that he'd reserved a truck today - so they didn't have one for him when he showed up to pick it up. Whoops. So, instead of the twenty-foot van he was supposed to be renting - they scrounged up a pickup truck with an *eight* foot long bed. Luckily, it's a local move - but we made three trips today and still didn't get everything moved.

Misadventure #2: Wasps in a rail. Specifically, the railing leading up to the front door of the new place.

Misadventure #3: Narrow doors. Especially the back door to the New Place, which should have been the better way in because of fewer stairs.

Tomorrow: more misadventures.

The moral of the story: hire younger, stronger backs who come with their own vehicles. (Burning the old place to the ground is contraindicated as the upstairs neighbors are nice people.)

Whew.

Sep. 13th, 2004 08:02 pm
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Last weekend was ... busy.
and long, too! )

Whew.

Sep. 13th, 2004 08:02 pm
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Last weekend was ... busy.
and long, too! )
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Had my grandmother survived, today would have been her ninety-sixth birthday.

Instead, we're having the interment and memorial service tomorrow afternoon.

Then, tomorrow evening, I start a weekend-long training session on teaching the Our Whole Lives curricula for grades 10-12. In one sense, it's a weird transition - yet in another sense, it seems fitting somehow, how different skeins of life and death and learning and love entwine my next several days.
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Had my grandmother survived, today would have been her ninety-sixth birthday.

Instead, we're having the interment and memorial service tomorrow afternoon.

Then, tomorrow evening, I start a weekend-long training session on teaching the Our Whole Lives curricula for grades 10-12. In one sense, it's a weird transition - yet in another sense, it seems fitting somehow, how different skeins of life and death and learning and love entwine my next several days.

Whew!

Aug. 20th, 2004 12:44 pm
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As I described here, my almost-96-year-old grandmother broke her leg the other day and needed surgery to repair it.

I just found out that the surgery was successful! It didn't take too long, and they're planning on getting her back on her feet tomorrow (which still astounds me), and back to her nursing home on Monday.

Thanks for the good thoughts, folks!

Whew!

Aug. 20th, 2004 12:44 pm
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As I described here, my almost-96-year-old grandmother broke her leg the other day and needed surgery to repair it.

I just found out that the surgery was successful! It didn't take too long, and they're planning on getting her back on her feet tomorrow (which still astounds me), and back to her nursing home on Monday.

Thanks for the good thoughts, folks!
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I just found out today that my almost-96-year-old grandmother managed to break her leg the other day. Although a simple broken leg wasn't good enough for her - I'm told that she broke the neck of the femur, which will require surgical repair. I'm surprised that the surgery is expected only to take an hour and a half, and she's expected to be able to return to the nursing home on Monday.

Of course, there really is no guarantee that she'll even make it through surgery. She is, after all, almost 96 years old. Assuming she does, though, then she'll need to actually do the physical therapy that's prescribed - and she's more than stubborn enough to refuse to do so.

So I have no idea, right now, what's going to happen in the next few days - except that I'm going to go down and visit her. Just not sure yet where ...

Proverbial Goodthoughts(tm) will be appreciated.
edschweppe: A closeup of my face, taken at Star Island during the All-Star II conference in 2009 (Default)
I just found out today that my almost-96-year-old grandmother managed to break her leg the other day. Although a simple broken leg wasn't good enough for her - I'm told that she broke the neck of the femur, which will require surgical repair. I'm surprised that the surgery is expected only to take an hour and a half, and she's expected to be able to return to the nursing home on Monday.

Of course, there really is no guarantee that she'll even make it through surgery. She is, after all, almost 96 years old. Assuming she does, though, then she'll need to actually do the physical therapy that's prescribed - and she's more than stubborn enough to refuse to do so.

So I have no idea, right now, what's going to happen in the next few days - except that I'm going to go down and visit her. Just not sure yet where ...

Proverbial Goodthoughts(tm) will be appreciated.

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