What a romantic title. That's what the Baron remarked, when I read him the title of this latest blog. I realize it reads "The Baron says," but it's me, Mike Herbstman, who will faithfully be his Sancho Panza to my very dear and close friend. Unfortunately, I did not take my book of Passwords, in order to sign in with my name. Since the Baron allowed me to pen in with his credentials, I will announce that it is me.
I found out that I am the befeficiary of one act, by rooming with Norman. It seems 3:00 AM in the morning is the time we are awakened to have blood drawn. When I warned my companion to expect that "assault", he said he would not allow that to happen at suxh an ungodly hour and they are aware of his instructions. Surprise, last night was the first time in the 2 weeks that I am here, to have a good nights sleep without being awakened. Kudos to my mentor, for that added bonus.
Will keep you all apprised of any new abnormal developments.........Mike Herbstman
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This is a comment to Cuz Ruth's comment from yesterday, which itself was a comment from the day before - so you readers might have a bit of catching up to do.
ReplyDelete"Dirty Burns," you ask? Are Englishwomen not famiiar with that great Scottish Bawdy Bard? (of course you are, because I met up with your daughter several years ago who was living in Scotland at the time). Burns wrote a plethora of quite off-color verses, which, when we came of age, Father Baron, the Bard of Long Island, would recite. Many are currently catalogued as the Merry Muses of Caledonia.
And, Mallomars? Chocolate-coated marshmallow treats from Nabisco, dating back to the '50's. One of the main food groups to those who hail from Long Island. http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/08/nyregion/08cookie.html
Thanks, Robin. I have of course read a lot of Burns: it's just that I've never heard him called that before. Actually, my husband sings "Now Westlin' Winds" beautifully, while I accompany him on the piano. (However, that's not a dirty song.)
ReplyDeleteMallomars sound yummy. We don't have them over here. Such deprivation, belonging to the old world.... Much love, Cuz Ruth xx
Hello, Mike, and I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance. I live in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England. The Baron has realised that I am not actually his cousin at all - I am a distant cousin of his ex-wife Thelma, and his four children, and theirs too. So The Baron has found a word for the relationship: "Cousin Emeritus," and this has received the unofficial blessing of the Royal Society of Genealogists in London, with whom I corresponded concerning the matter. Everyone commenting on these pages calls me Cousin, and you may do the same if you wish.
ReplyDeleteYes, with regard to the Baron's ability to get treated like a human being in hospital, with his own routine and not that of the staff, is impressive. He did it last time too: told the rehab staff that he was in for rehab only, not treatment, so would they kindly not trouble him until 1pm. I told my mother - who is in a residential home (of her own volition, we wanted her to come here) - and she nearly died of laughter, as she's had her fill of having to run her life according to their schedule, not hers. Keep on blogging! Cuzzin Ruth
Please tell the Baron that we are praying for him with full expectation that he will recover and even be improved. I am now so pleased that I sent him mallomars for his birthday.
ReplyDeleteI've never seen a Mallomar
I never hope to see one
But I'll tell you this
I'd rather see than be one!
Get well soon, oh mighty sage.
And stay well, Robin, all your sibs, and the charming, literary Cuz Ruth.
heres hoping the Baron gets back on his feet soon.I am sure he and Mike will be chasing the nurses down the hallways again very soon.
ReplyDeletePhil, What about the Baron's wife. I'm the one and only who is suffering along with him. I guess many forget that he is married to his beloved, Rhoda.
ReplyDeleteOh Rhoda, You can be assured that we are all thinking of you as you are "suffering along with him." He has often given you credit for keeping him afloat as it were. We don't know what happened on that cruise, but I guess it's really beside the point right now. Wishing you peaceful days and nights, Ellin
ReplyDeleteMay the One Who blessed our ancestors be present to all those who provide help for the ill and troubled among us, whether they be near or whether they be far.
ReplyDeleteMay they be filled with fortitude and courage, endowed with sympathy and compassion, as they give strength to those at who suffer.
May they fight against despair, and continue to find within themselves the will to reach out to those in need.
And in their love of others, may they know the blessing of family, friends and community,
And may they be blessed with renewed faith.
God, hear my prayer, And let my cry come to You.
Do not hide from me in the day of my distress.
Turn to me and speedily answer my prayer.
Eternal God, Source of healing,
Out of my distress I call upon You.
Help me sense Your presence at this difficult time.
Grant me patience when the hours are heavy;
In hurt or disappointment give me courage.
Keep me trustful in Your love.
Give me strength for today, and hope for tomorrow.
To your loving hands I commit my spirit,
When asleep and when awake.
You are with me; I shall not fear.
My Stars and Bars! How could I ever forget the one and only Baroness whose care of The Great Man is so well known to family and friends.
ReplyDeleteNo one should ever forget that NRR is married to the One and Only whose care of him is legendary. I cannot believe that I overlooked such a noble lady, so please excuse. Or not.