28 February 2010
11 February 2010
Highly ornamental crown moulding in our room at the Hotel Mariandl
A neat building across the street from our hotel Consulting with Dr. Grothe on Wednesday at the Munich University Hospital
Lunch at the popular Hofbräuhaus. We actually left a 0.5L of Hofbräu Dunkel on the table...we tried it, honestly...we just don't like beer! Now, the oven-baked pretzels and sweet mustard - THOSE were lecker!
At the Sea Life aquarium in Munich's Olympic Park
Every day as I walk from the hotel to visit Jarred at the hospital, I pass the beautiful Church of St. Paul, which sits at the west end of Landwehrstraße.
Everyone was so happy when Jarred was released from the hospital on Tuesday, they threw a huge street party in the center of town! Just kidding...this festival marks the end of Fasching, a sort of German carnival season that precedes Lent - it's Munich's version of Mardi Gras!
One last photo before heading to the airport
A special seat on the plane - it folds down so Jarred can keep his leg extended throughout the flight.
Back home now (Friday, February 19), Jarred continues to do his leg exercises and will be able to start swimming in 5-6 weeks. By July, he should be back to his normal level of activity.
We are so glad to be home with Nathan again, and we will both return to work this Monday. To see a few more videos from our trip, including some video of the surgery, visit our YouTube page. Thanks to everyone for their prayers and kind words of support!
03 February 2010
A friend - not merely a techno-toy.
"iPink" we called you - so small and so sleek,
Seen together, we were ultra-chic.
We danced to a beat, soothed baby to sleep;
Now mangled, you lie in a twisted heap.
So many regrets, opportunities lost...
When I stepped on that treadmill, I knew not the cost.
I began to walk briskly, as you played your last song -
"Bodyrock" by Moby - I trotted along.
I picked up the pace, reached to set the incline,
Then it happened: I accidentally pulled on your line.
Oh! The terror I felt, as I watched you fall down,
My heart sank, I cried out, as if I might drown!
The belt pulled you under, you were gone in a flash
To those powerful rollers, which would fold, scrape, and smash!
I hit the stop button, my mind filled with dread,
I desperately searched for you under the tread.
The gym flies came running and gathered around,
They watched as I lifted you up off the ground.
"Perhaps they can fix it," they hopefully said,
"It isn't so bad." But I just shook my head.
Your poor face, bent and cracked, had internally bled;
I had to accept that my iPod was dead.