Osprey of Leave
Oct. 10th, 2019 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI feel I've taken a half step or so backwards in the last couple of days. I don't know what went wrong. Last night I was up for a couple of hours with various digestion-related problems. I was afraid I'd wake up the Sparrowhawk, so I went downstairs for awhile, and then went back to bed just before the sun came up, and slept late again. This puts my whole day out of whack, or as my father once remarked, "It's only 10 am and I've already bollixed up the whole day!" I spent what was left of the morning ordering some flowers to be sent to my aunt's funeral, and then corresponding about it with my siblings. It appears only Mr. Science will be going. We all appreciate him deeply for representing. I also sent a separate gift of flowers to be sent to my uncle at the nursing home where he lives. I hope it will give him a moment of comfort to see something pretty. Soon my aunt will be in that graveyard on the hill, right next to my parents. My uncle supervised ordering the headstone for my parents, after my father died. He got one that matches his own, and they'll be there right next door to each other pretty soon. It's comforting to know where they're buried--except that they're so far away from me that I can't visit very often. The tradition ends with them. I won't be buried there. As my mother once said to a phone salesperson who was trying to sell her a burial plot, "Thank you, but I have plans to die elsewhere."
In the afternoon, we went to read and write in the park by the lake again, for what might be the last time of the season. Yesterday we were there, and came home early because the breeze off the lake was quite chilly even though the sun was bright. Today we wore plenty of sweaters and enjoyed being toasty warm while gazing out over the choppy blue waves and watching the high school crew team try to navigate upon them. I did a little more fiddling with my action figures while the Sparrowhawk was engaged in a phone call about the textbook chapters he's writing, but didn't get much done. Yesterday I pulled up another bag of weeds and cleaned the bathroom--but in general, the preparations for entertaining next week are not moving very fast. It's because I lack the energy to make lists and attack them! I am forming mental images, though, which is the first step toward actually, you know, doing something. If I can just sleep--preferably IN THE NIGHT like a civilized being--then I'll be able to get somewhere.
In the afternoon, we went to read and write in the park by the lake again, for what might be the last time of the season. Yesterday we were there, and came home early because the breeze off the lake was quite chilly even though the sun was bright. Today we wore plenty of sweaters and enjoyed being toasty warm while gazing out over the choppy blue waves and watching the high school crew team try to navigate upon them. I did a little more fiddling with my action figures while the Sparrowhawk was engaged in a phone call about the textbook chapters he's writing, but didn't get much done. Yesterday I pulled up another bag of weeds and cleaned the bathroom--but in general, the preparations for entertaining next week are not moving very fast. It's because I lack the energy to make lists and attack them! I am forming mental images, though, which is the first step toward actually, you know, doing something. If I can just sleep--preferably IN THE NIGHT like a civilized being--then I'll be able to get somewhere.
