Green Ducky

meet my new friend

meet my new friend

Returning after the morning sessions, I spied this young friend sitting on my bathroom counter. I will take him home to join the one I received two years ago.  The front desk has other small characters for sale as part of their charity money raising. I have purchased several of the packs before, but unfortunately these duckies are not proportioned correctly to float. I also, frankly don’t need a lot more toys in the hot tub.

I attended sessions today geared toward refugees, emerging anti-microbial resistance, diseases across species boundaries and managing the next outbreak. Interspersed were conversations, coffee breaks and observations of people around me. It is one of those rare opportunities to chat with those from multiple professional backgrounds engaged in everything from practice to research and NGOs to a few journalists and government types lurking in the background.

By 1800 I was tired. Heavy duty lectures and schooling are for the young. I’m finding as I age that being in large crowds can be wearing.  Having been there the last two times I attending this meeting – I skipped the Mayor’s reception in favor of a quiet evening with reading and knitting.


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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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