Difficulties.

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I am having a horrible time getting up.  Just standing, for long enough to do much, is... difficult.  I am hoping warmer weather will help.  Though, that it not get too hot, too fast... which is most likely exactly what will happen.  Which... will crush me the other way.  All I can do is hope, and pray.

I did check the meats.  All were thawed.  I turned the heat down, just a bit.  It is 56 outside, but keeping it 76 indoors, for now.  Much cooler, after days of it being too cold, and I... can't wake up.  I will turn it down to 72 for overnight.  I may even turn off the heat.  As, in short order, the world will be warming up, by a lot.  So... I may turn it off over nights, and check in the morning.  I can, if I remember, and can think, turn the heat up as I wake.

I've been watching vids about the Amish.  We had some, and Mennonites, where I used to live.  I... rarely had social interaction.  Some, but limited.  I was comfortable with them.  And, actually, they were rather comfortable with me.  That I spoke German, half well at the time, did help.  They spoke a sort of German that would be like reading from the King James bible... a bit... antiquated.  Given my natures, I understood them fairly well, and could impress them with my ability and willingness to... speak in their ways.  The light, in their eyes, when they realize you are... translating on the fly?  Finally... an English who... can and will hear and speak?  :)  Seriously, their eyes would light up, like... children at Christmas, when I gave it my best shot at speaking their way.  

Remember, the first bible I read was the King James, and I read it when I was in... 7th grade.  That's when my teacher, Mr. Severinson (sp?), snuck up on me in class.  He gave us time to study.  But I had finished my homework.  So...  So was reading the bible.  He thought I was probably reading a comic, and was going to smack me in the back of the head.  The bible, though?  No.  Yea, they did that back then.

He told my mother about it later on.  I did let him know that I had actually completed homework.  He still didn't believe me, but... I... not being as well versed then as now, swore on the bible that I had not lied.  I do think he ended up believing me.  I think I even remembered the homework, in particular.  Not the problems, but the pages and most of the numbers.  I don't think he had that listed, so just took my word on it, along with the oath.  My mother still chuckles about that, or... used to?  Not sure if she remembers.

So, yea.  And, as I have learned foreign languages, or when I did, I... often would go to their "gothic", older, forms.  As much for practical skills and understanding roots and beginnings as for the... curious nature of the old ways.  When language was sort of broken, but custom and beautiful for it?  Something like that.

Anyway.  Now, I couldn't become Amish.  It isn't my faith.  But I could be a neighbor, friend, to one.  And would have no trouble helping one.  Though most I knew were Mennonite, and didn't need a driver, or modern facilitator... like having a cellphone they could use, in emergencies, or such.  Plus... their work.  They... really work hard, every day.  That isn't, technically, a problem.  But my health makes it into one.  I couldn't be a full member for it, I think.

Still... it's a good day.  Even if I can't do much.  Still hoping to get a shower.  But... who knows.  I may see about ordering a shower seat, for when I can't stand well, like lately.  Cold, hot, ill, whatever... sometimes I just can't get in there.  Not even sure a shower chair will help, but it might.  Later.