In Memoriam: Tony Copple
First stop post Mediclinic - theTeacup
The story of today:
This day didn't start so well. I woke up at 2 am and 4 am believing it was morning. In my repetitive dream I was taking a group of children to a place, but couldn't remember what place or what children. By the real morning I had realized that I was going to Worcester Primary School for Legacy Relay (on my own), and that my troubled sleep may have been caused by 'Sleep support and renewal.' My body is asking to return to 'Insomnia,' which I have taken for years, a homeopathic remedy that is not too easy to find, but I did buy at NutriChem in Ottawa a few weeks ago. It wasn't raining, for the first Tuesday in three weeks. I parked outside the Worcester Primary School gates at 7:25 and was in the classroom by 7:30, where the children had already been told that Laurie-Ann was in hospital. They are writing cards for her. I began with a longer-then-usual praise and worship starting with Rock Star. After the singing I played them L-A's message, and then I emphasised the part about not to be disappointed if they didn't receive images from the Holy Spirit during soaking prayer. Then I taught them about the sun, Earth and the moon - homing in on key aspects from what I had taught the previous week in MasterPeace Academy. Just like the MasterPeace kids, none of them knew how long it took for the Earth to revolve once, or to go round the sun, or how long for the moon to go round the Earth. But they enjoyed learning these things. When that was done, they - or 35 of them - completed their get-well-soon cards for Aunt Laurie-Ann, and they were beautiful. I took them to her and she read every one. Then we talked about her health, and apparently Dr Smith felt that, since the second untrasound had confirmed the first, with no abscess, there wasn't much more he could do on that front. But then, a TKOG, a swab was needed - Louis Linde had told me that last Friday, and Mediclinic agreed. But you need pus from a boil, and she has no active boils now. When she was in Paarl, Dr Bronn had taken a swab, and sent it to Pathcare there. It turned out that the Worcester Pathcare can access the report. The local Pathcare head met with Dr Smith and agreed to get the swab results for him. This would allow him to pursue a new avenue of investigation, and for this reason there was no need for her to remain in Mediclinic at R4.000 a night. She had one last bottle of painkiller on the drip, half her lunch, and got dressed and out of her room before 12:30. I then left to teach her art lesson at school. We watched for the second time her study on texture. The children were asking for their surprize - Herschey kisses - and I had left them at home. I sat them down on opposite sides of the class table, gave them a PaperMate Ink Joy each, and set them drawing a portrate of the one opposite them. Ronel watched over them while I drove home to get the chocolate. The class ended with happy children and some nice drawings, except Seth, who did the best drawings but was disappointed with himself because they didn't look enough like Sinegugu. I returned to Mediclinic where L-A was still waiting in the ward for pharmacy paperwork. Eventually it came, I wheeled her to the front reception, and asked for the bill. It turned out we had a credit, since the original R7,000 had been an overestimate. Instead of driving straight home, I felt she had something to celebrate, so we went to the Teacup. Guess who our waitress was? Portia! So we had a lovely time with her, butternut soup for me, scone for L-A with jam and whipped real cream and tea/coffee. That put smiles back on our faces. I had an idea for music class tomorrow. They will have just seen The Lion King. How about I teach them "Can you see the love tonight?" I can accompany them on guitar. So I Googled for the guitar tabs and printed them. That's when my problem happened. The music is easy enough to play straight off on guitar if you you know the tune, which I do. I have always loved this tune, but now I was reading the words as well - verses as well as the well-known chorus. When I got to 'Can you feel the love tonight, it is where we are' I just broke down sobbing at the shear beauty of the tune. That particular sequence of notes is emotional beauty to my brain - even without the words. My tears stopped me reading the chords, so I couldn't continue. I persevered, and after playing it 5 times, I could get through it. But it happened again just now as I typed that lyric. Tears on the keyboard. What if this happens tomorrow when I try and teach them to sing it? How embarrassing.
First stop post Mediclinic - theTeacup
The story of today:
This day didn't start so well. I woke up at 2 am and 4 am believing it was morning. In my repetitive dream I was taking a group of children to a place, but couldn't remember what place or what children. By the real morning I had realized that I was going to Worcester Primary School for Legacy Relay (on my own), and that my troubled sleep may have been caused by 'Sleep support and renewal.' My body is asking to return to 'Insomnia,' which I have taken for years, a homeopathic remedy that is not too easy to find, but I did buy at NutriChem in Ottawa a few weeks ago. It wasn't raining, for the first Tuesday in three weeks. I parked outside the Worcester Primary School gates at 7:25 and was in the classroom by 7:30, where the children had already been told that Laurie-Ann was in hospital. They are writing cards for her. I began with a longer-then-usual praise and worship starting with Rock Star. After the singing I played them L-A's message, and then I emphasised the part about not to be disappointed if they didn't receive images from the Holy Spirit during soaking prayer. Then I taught them about the sun, Earth and the moon - homing in on key aspects from what I had taught the previous week in MasterPeace Academy. Just like the MasterPeace kids, none of them knew how long it took for the Earth to revolve once, or to go round the sun, or how long for the moon to go round the Earth. But they enjoyed learning these things. When that was done, they - or 35 of them - completed their get-well-soon cards for Aunt Laurie-Ann, and they were beautiful. I took them to her and she read every one. Then we talked about her health, and apparently Dr Smith felt that, since the second untrasound had confirmed the first, with no abscess, there wasn't much more he could do on that front. But then, a TKOG, a swab was needed - Louis Linde had told me that last Friday, and Mediclinic agreed. But you need pus from a boil, and she has no active boils now. When she was in Paarl, Dr Bronn had taken a swab, and sent it to Pathcare there. It turned out that the Worcester Pathcare can access the report. The local Pathcare head met with Dr Smith and agreed to get the swab results for him. This would allow him to pursue a new avenue of investigation, and for this reason there was no need for her to remain in Mediclinic at R4.000 a night. She had one last bottle of painkiller on the drip, half her lunch, and got dressed and out of her room before 12:30. I then left to teach her art lesson at school. We watched for the second time her study on texture. The children were asking for their surprize - Herschey kisses - and I had left them at home. I sat them down on opposite sides of the class table, gave them a PaperMate Ink Joy each, and set them drawing a portrate of the one opposite them. Ronel watched over them while I drove home to get the chocolate. The class ended with happy children and some nice drawings, except Seth, who did the best drawings but was disappointed with himself because they didn't look enough like Sinegugu. I returned to Mediclinic where L-A was still waiting in the ward for pharmacy paperwork. Eventually it came, I wheeled her to the front reception, and asked for the bill. It turned out we had a credit, since the original R7,000 had been an overestimate. Instead of driving straight home, I felt she had something to celebrate, so we went to the Teacup. Guess who our waitress was? Portia! So we had a lovely time with her, butternut soup for me, scone for L-A with jam and whipped real cream and tea/coffee. That put smiles back on our faces. I had an idea for music class tomorrow. They will have just seen The Lion King. How about I teach them "Can you see the love tonight?" I can accompany them on guitar. So I Googled for the guitar tabs and printed them. That's when my problem happened. The music is easy enough to play straight off on guitar if you you know the tune, which I do. I have always loved this tune, but now I was reading the words as well - verses as well as the well-known chorus. When I got to 'Can you feel the love tonight, it is where we are' I just broke down sobbing at the shear beauty of the tune. That particular sequence of notes is emotional beauty to my brain - even without the words. My tears stopped me reading the chords, so I couldn't continue. I persevered, and after playing it 5 times, I could get through it. But it happened again just now as I typed that lyric. Tears on the keyboard. What if this happens tomorrow when I try and teach them to sing it? How embarrassing.