Locust of Flourish
Sep. 30th, 2017 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoOh dear. Can't believe I've been absent for such a long time. This problem arises again and again, to wit, that when there is something of which I can't speak or don't want to speak, it impedes saying anything about anything. I wish I were not this way. I would like to be better compartmentalized, and not such an all or nothing kind of person. But I'm not. When I become preoccupied with something, my mind gnaws away at it, and it becomes hard to refocus.
So, to be as un-cryptic as possible, in addition to all the jaw-dropping catastrophes affecting so many other people, I have a small problem of my own that is none the less very hard to take. I can't talk about it, as much as I would like to say quite a few things. But it is prudent at this point not to discuss it until something gets settled. It is hardly life-threatening, and we will be fine no matter what. There are some folks who have been added to my Bucket List of People I Want to Punch in the Face, but so far, I've been able to limit my rage to listening to a lot of country and western music where unsatisfactory behavior results in a comeuppance.
In the meantime, we have gone and come back again on our final trip for awhile--this one to Madison, WI, where the Sparrowhawk was attending the Epic conference again. This time, we stayed in Madison rather than Verona. We were right on Capital Square, so that was very nice for me. Every morning after the Sparrowhawk got on the bus to go out to Epic, I ventured forth in search of breakfast coffee and a leisurely browse around Madison. I enjoyed lingering over coffee and a croissant in Colectivo and Michelangelo. I visited A Room of One's Own and bought books. I was overjoyed to see that, although Soap Opera has changed hands, it's still the same. I bought some gifts for others and some soap scented like linden flowers for myself. We came on the Lake Express car ferry, so I didn't have to worry about how to get my purchases home.
I only brought one dress, but it was lucky I brought anything other than jeans, because we ate out officially twice--once with one of the Sparrowhawk's work friends and his wife, at a fancy steak house, and once with a whole cohort of people from the conference, at the fancy top floor restaurant in the hotel. These dinners are fun for me for about half an hour. After that, I'm inwardly wondering, "Can I go home yet??" But I put on my best faux-extrovert face. People are always interesting from a novelistic standpoint if for no other reason. We also had another dinner that was thoroughly enjoyable and all too short, with our niece the Former Naval Person, who recently moved into downtown Madison and is very happy in her new apartment. She walked her dog up to the hotel to meet us, then took us to see her place, via a lovely path along Lake Mendota. We dropped off the dog at her home and then retraced our steps to The Old Fashioned where we enjoyed visiting and eating Wisconsin-based food that was unpretentious but very tasty.
Interesting fact about the Lake Express: it took almost exactly as long to cross Lake Michigan via ferry as it took for the ferry to cross the Baltic from Helsinki to Tallinn! The Lake Express is smaller, faster, and more peaceful because it doesn't feature a lively accompaniment of awful Euro-tekno music and Greatest Hits of the 80s blasting at full volume over the speakers from the pub.
So, to be as un-cryptic as possible, in addition to all the jaw-dropping catastrophes affecting so many other people, I have a small problem of my own that is none the less very hard to take. I can't talk about it, as much as I would like to say quite a few things. But it is prudent at this point not to discuss it until something gets settled. It is hardly life-threatening, and we will be fine no matter what. There are some folks who have been added to my Bucket List of People I Want to Punch in the Face, but so far, I've been able to limit my rage to listening to a lot of country and western music where unsatisfactory behavior results in a comeuppance.
In the meantime, we have gone and come back again on our final trip for awhile--this one to Madison, WI, where the Sparrowhawk was attending the Epic conference again. This time, we stayed in Madison rather than Verona. We were right on Capital Square, so that was very nice for me. Every morning after the Sparrowhawk got on the bus to go out to Epic, I ventured forth in search of breakfast coffee and a leisurely browse around Madison. I enjoyed lingering over coffee and a croissant in Colectivo and Michelangelo. I visited A Room of One's Own and bought books. I was overjoyed to see that, although Soap Opera has changed hands, it's still the same. I bought some gifts for others and some soap scented like linden flowers for myself. We came on the Lake Express car ferry, so I didn't have to worry about how to get my purchases home.
I only brought one dress, but it was lucky I brought anything other than jeans, because we ate out officially twice--once with one of the Sparrowhawk's work friends and his wife, at a fancy steak house, and once with a whole cohort of people from the conference, at the fancy top floor restaurant in the hotel. These dinners are fun for me for about half an hour. After that, I'm inwardly wondering, "Can I go home yet??" But I put on my best faux-extrovert face. People are always interesting from a novelistic standpoint if for no other reason. We also had another dinner that was thoroughly enjoyable and all too short, with our niece the Former Naval Person, who recently moved into downtown Madison and is very happy in her new apartment. She walked her dog up to the hotel to meet us, then took us to see her place, via a lovely path along Lake Mendota. We dropped off the dog at her home and then retraced our steps to The Old Fashioned where we enjoyed visiting and eating Wisconsin-based food that was unpretentious but very tasty.
Interesting fact about the Lake Express: it took almost exactly as long to cross Lake Michigan via ferry as it took for the ferry to cross the Baltic from Helsinki to Tallinn! The Lake Express is smaller, faster, and more peaceful because it doesn't feature a lively accompaniment of awful Euro-tekno music and Greatest Hits of the 80s blasting at full volume over the speakers from the pub.
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