Bobcat of Flourish
Sep. 9th, 2019 09:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSlowly getting better from whatever this thing is. I woke up at 4 and got up at 5. The Sparrowhawk got up at 7 and made me some tea, and then coaxed me back to bed for a nap. I slept away most of the morning. This seems to be the only way I get up to 8 hours any more! Whatever works, I guess--but it means that I don't get much done, because the whole morning has been spent in the Morpheus zone. I noticed that it's not even close to light at 5 any more. The night is creeping up on us.
I went out for a walk, and then we went and worked at the bookstore cafe for a couple of hours, all rough and ugly as we were, having not had time for a shower. We needed to go to the bookstore because a friend from church died. We needed another sympathy card. We also bought a birthday card and an anniversary card for upcoming occasions. This is my memory of what old folks did: they sent cards on every occasion. We might as well keep up the tradition. The Sparrowhawk is working on his chapters for a textbook, while I try to proceed with another novel. It's funny to see him having all the same symptoms of writing to deadline that I used to have. I'm not sure he appreciates the humor of it, though.
When the Sparrowhawk got back from the gym, we called young Raptor to wish him a happy birthday. Yes, it is Raptor Day! The day of Raptor capture! He was alternately eating waffles and jumping on the couch while waiting for his dad to finish frosting the cake. We sang him the special birthday song, which always perplexes him because it's not the regular one. Then they were kind enough to stay on the phone with us until the cake was ready, so we could sing the normal Happy Birthday along with them. We told the Raptor that we love him, and he said, "Aw, you guys are so sweet!" Funny old voices on the phone . . . I wonder if he'll remember these days when he's as old as I am!
I went out for a walk, and then we went and worked at the bookstore cafe for a couple of hours, all rough and ugly as we were, having not had time for a shower. We needed to go to the bookstore because a friend from church died. We needed another sympathy card. We also bought a birthday card and an anniversary card for upcoming occasions. This is my memory of what old folks did: they sent cards on every occasion. We might as well keep up the tradition. The Sparrowhawk is working on his chapters for a textbook, while I try to proceed with another novel. It's funny to see him having all the same symptoms of writing to deadline that I used to have. I'm not sure he appreciates the humor of it, though.
When the Sparrowhawk got back from the gym, we called young Raptor to wish him a happy birthday. Yes, it is Raptor Day! The day of Raptor capture! He was alternately eating waffles and jumping on the couch while waiting for his dad to finish frosting the cake. We sang him the special birthday song, which always perplexes him because it's not the regular one. Then they were kind enough to stay on the phone with us until the cake was ready, so we could sing the normal Happy Birthday along with them. We told the Raptor that we love him, and he said, "Aw, you guys are so sweet!" Funny old voices on the phone . . . I wonder if he'll remember these days when he's as old as I am!
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Date: 2019-09-10 02:13 pm (UTC)