Well, I have found a new obsession. Was there ever any doubt? Gripping storytelling, truth-is-stranger-than-fiction, plus lots of pretty, pretty boys. And I learned more about the ETO of WWII than I ever did in class. A dramatization will do that. Much better than The Pacific, although equally harrowing. Why was it better? I guess because it stayed with one Company rather than skipping around between 1st Marines, 5th Marines, 7th Marines. And the shallow part of me acknowledges that BoB had more cute guys. So this past week (the final week of recuperation) has been spent reading about Bastogne, the 101st Airborne, etc. And crying. I rarely cry, but I DEFY anyone to watch part 9, "Why We Fight" and not completely lose it. I was totally unprepared for the fact that D-Day paratroopers eventually went to Germany and liberated a concentration camp. Shame on me for not knowing history.
Anyway, zorbing last week was great. Not that I participated but the chilluns just loved it. Niece said it was her favorite activity of the day, nephew said it was a tie with paint ball. Ski Roundtop was definitely a hit with the younger generation. I did nothing all day but sit. I didn't even drive; my friend drove (her daughter was one of the participants in the fun, along with my niece and nephew). I was exhausted from all that sitting! No really. It was by far the longest day I'd had since before surgery.
So back to work tomorrow. Boo ya.
A toute a l'heure.
CAM
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