Under our LORD :: March 2021

Linnæus and I juggled outside at the seminary this afternoon, after our philosophy class, The Problem of Evil, with Dr. Welty, a splendid chap, very loving. Nathaniel loves sitting in that class. It is a grand stimulus to his mind, so much of the time under heavy duress.  He needs a mental challenge, while he falls into repetition of thoughts on bees, plants, or climate, which keep him from being able to sleep. He must pace back and forth in our camper.     
       (alias: Cooper Jackson) 
       a.k.a. "My Flagship"

Cleopatra has made considerable progress this past year, working as an apprentice to an architect in Raleigh.  I go along with her, as she follows the Billy Graham Rule. 
      (alias: Peppycock) 
       a.k.a. "My Dandelion"

Cicero has sacrificed much of his own personal development at the age of 19, on the cusp of manhood, to step into the breach and teach Octavian math, coding, literature, and baduk.
     (alias: Zoomerhimmer Cashwall Rubonik)
       a.k.a. "My Shining Knight" 

Octavian's baduk ability has skyrocketed these past two months. Years ago, when he was considered practically unteachable at age 5 in Richland Creek Elementary School, I predicted to Cleopatra that Octavian would one day take off with his learning.  Well, that day has arrived. 
      (alias: Cranton Bogsmore Hooversil) 
       a.k.a. "My Little General"

Shakespeare has steadily risen in his biblical languages competency.  Currently he is taking Septuagint with Dr. Black (who taught him Greek III last semester) and Dr. Hardy (who taught him Hebrew III last semester). His other class is New Testament Textual Criticism with Professor Quarles, a brilliant fellow with a sterling sense of humor. 
       (alias: Gorvan Deflago VonDrusselvitch) 
       a.k.a. "My Clever Lad"

Yu Gwansun, my lovely Oriental Princess, has suffered greatly these past few weeks, as our time frame for rebuilding a burned home is running out.  I initiated a legal break with our builder, and that has brought inordinate stress upon her.
      (alias: Sweetheart) 
       a.k.a. "My Pulchritudinous Better Half"

  

 My wife suffers from generalized anxiety disorder, (hereafter merely "GAD").  She also suffers from schizoid personality disorder (SPD), a condition which like GAD hits its victims with a double whammy, where they are left hopeless, skeptical of any possibility for genuine help.  Thus, they rarely seek professional help. 
     While these conditions have together imposed severe costs on our family, do we not have a glorious God?  Is He not mighty to save?  Amen. 

Koreans might look here for an introduction to this debilitating disorder. I would be the same had I been raised in such a state, with alcoholism in the family in a society devoid of the wealth of Christian influence I had in my upbringing.  

I have an interest in creating songs. This song, Over the Hills and Far Away, inspire me. I should write love songs for my wife.  She cannot communicate with me or others very well.  Perhaps through song, I can bring her around.  There is no harm in trying. 

I will need to brush up on my instruments, and go well past what I did with them in my youth, with the exception of the trumpet and French Horn, as my embouchure cannot build strength unless I go ahead and pay for an implant on a baby tooth that I had up into my 40s, a tooth that finally fell out.