Water!

One of those numbers I called was a Senior Well Guy vacationing in Colorado.  He called someone, who called me and talked me through much valve turning.  I now have water.  Someone will call tomorrow to arrange a revisit to address the lingering pressure issue and discuss what might have gone wrong.

Well . . . ?

Housebound by the Well Guy, I spent the morning catching up on odd jobs around the house.  I took housewares out of storage to use or give away.  Put other stuff in storage.  My goal of filling two large boxes for my Friday trip to Goodwill stands half met.  At this point I’m not 100% convinced my well problem is solved as there wasn’t much water pressure when I left for my office.  But, I had a 2:00 appointment and payroll must get done today. 

“Let Me Go” by Helga Schneider

Helga Schneider was four when her mother suddenly abandoned her family in Berlin in 1941. When she next saw her mother, 30 years later, she learned the shocking reason why. Her mother had joined the Nazi SS and had become a guard in the concentration camps, including Auschwitz, where she was in charge of a “correction” unit and responsible for untold acts of torture.

Nearly 30 more years would pass before their second and final reunion, an emotional encounter in Vienna, where her ailing mother, then 87 and unrepentant about her past, was living in a nursing home. Let Me Go is the extraordinary account of that meeting and of their conversation, which powerfully evokes the misery of obligation colliding with inescapable horror.

“Let Me Go” by Helga Schneider

Helga Schneider was four when her mother suddenly abandoned her family in Berlin in 1941. When she next saw her mother, 30 years later, she learned the shocking reason why. Her mother had joined the Nazi SS and had become a guard in the concentration camps, including Auschwitz, where she was in charge of a “correction” unit and responsible for untold acts of torture.

Nearly 30 more years would pass before their second and final reunion, an emotional encounter in Vienna, where her ailing mother, then 87 and unrepentant about her past, was living in a nursing home. Let Me Go is the extraordinary account of that meeting and of their conversation, which powerfully evokes the misery of obligation colliding with inescapable horror.