Cascade of Trill
Apr. 18th, 2019 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoOoh . . . I forgot to post, didn't I. I was briefly energized by the fact that the rose windows of Notre Dame have apparently survived--so far, at least. And so did my daffodils, although their pretty heads are now bowed down by the rain, which has been falling all day and night. The back yard is a squashy morass, so I can't do any work out there until it dries out.
Yesterday I spent much time shopping online, trying to find more outfits for my mother. I looked on all the old-lady clothing sites, but people have gone nuts, I'm telling you. I needed what they call "leisure wear"--those demure little two-piece outfits made of sweatsuit material with elastic waists, comfortable and washable. Instead, I viewed all kinds of strange be-glamorized polyester shenanigans, either skin tight or super floppy. I could not find anything suitable for a 93 year old. I was actually reduced to visiting the mall in real life. I didn't have much luck there, either. I dashed through Macy's and JC Penney--where my parents used to buy all MY clothes, when they weren't buying them from Montgomery Ward. And they always ordered them EXTRA large, so I'd have "room to grow." I was wearing old-lady clothes as a 12 year old, which made me VERY popular with my peers, as you can imagine. But that's another story. . . . I found three pairs of pants and a zip-up jacket that might do. I am dubious about whether the ankles are too tight. But I bought them anyway. At least they were on sale, so it's not a big deal if she can't wear them.
I have a theory about the mall. It's actually like a Venus flytrap. Enticed by gaudy colors, people flock inside, so the aliens who preside over the whole thing from up above the opaque lighting panels in the ceiling can suck the life energy out of them. The aliens don't take all our vital energy, at least not the first time around. It's catch and release, so fresh prey will not be alarmed.
Today we saw actual Venus flytraps. We went to Meijer Gardens to see the butterflies hatching in the tropical conservatory. We also saw both ends of the human spectrum--old people and children. Both were in groups, on field trips. We've spent so much time shepherding both kinds of people through botanical gardens, museums, and whatnot that it feels very odd to be there on our own, with no responsibilities. Odd, but nice. We go at our own pace and gaze at butterflies and orchids as much as we want. It was a nice break from the relentless rain.
Yesterday I spent much time shopping online, trying to find more outfits for my mother. I looked on all the old-lady clothing sites, but people have gone nuts, I'm telling you. I needed what they call "leisure wear"--those demure little two-piece outfits made of sweatsuit material with elastic waists, comfortable and washable. Instead, I viewed all kinds of strange be-glamorized polyester shenanigans, either skin tight or super floppy. I could not find anything suitable for a 93 year old. I was actually reduced to visiting the mall in real life. I didn't have much luck there, either. I dashed through Macy's and JC Penney--where my parents used to buy all MY clothes, when they weren't buying them from Montgomery Ward. And they always ordered them EXTRA large, so I'd have "room to grow." I was wearing old-lady clothes as a 12 year old, which made me VERY popular with my peers, as you can imagine. But that's another story. . . . I found three pairs of pants and a zip-up jacket that might do. I am dubious about whether the ankles are too tight. But I bought them anyway. At least they were on sale, so it's not a big deal if she can't wear them.
I have a theory about the mall. It's actually like a Venus flytrap. Enticed by gaudy colors, people flock inside, so the aliens who preside over the whole thing from up above the opaque lighting panels in the ceiling can suck the life energy out of them. The aliens don't take all our vital energy, at least not the first time around. It's catch and release, so fresh prey will not be alarmed.
Today we saw actual Venus flytraps. We went to Meijer Gardens to see the butterflies hatching in the tropical conservatory. We also saw both ends of the human spectrum--old people and children. Both were in groups, on field trips. We've spent so much time shepherding both kinds of people through botanical gardens, museums, and whatnot that it feels very odd to be there on our own, with no responsibilities. Odd, but nice. We go at our own pace and gaze at butterflies and orchids as much as we want. It was a nice break from the relentless rain.
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Date: 2019-04-19 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-04-19 02:19 pm (UTC)Not sure how I'd feel about them these days, and I think I don't want to find out. I'd probably be disappointed because I know the concept of mall shopping is falling into decline and malls probably aren't the bustling scenes they used to be. I'll keep my memories as they are.
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Date: 2019-04-21 12:47 am (UTC)In my most recent unsold novel, there's a whole scene set in a mall. My protagonist has grown up in a religious cult and finds the spectacle and glamor of the mall both thrilling and terrifying. It was fun to write.
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Date: 2019-04-21 03:57 pm (UTC)