Whippoorwill of Bliss
Apr. 23rd, 2020 09:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSlept less than six hours, had more disturbing dreams. There was a big war and all the teachers got killed, because they got drafted, and they were not reactive and violent enough to survive. I was sad that the geography of the forest would be forgotten, because those who had known it were gone. An evil woman who was part of the government that started the war was presiding over a ceremony to commemorate the fallen. She was checking everyone's papers as they went in, and if she thought they weren't enthusiastic enough about the war effort, she would viciously bite their fingers as they handed her their tickets. I said to myself, as I stood in line, "There is no event on earth that I want to get into badly enough to risk having my fingers bitten by a vengeful madwoman." I write some very strange lines for myself in my dreams.
Yesterday I got all excited by a video of some athlete doing exercises, and tried doing a few stretches and kicks and things for my legs. My reward today was to have extra achy joints. I complained to the Sparrowhawk, and said that maybe I just need to do MORE exercise and then they'll get better. He commented fondly, "'MORE' is your default solution to almost everything." I replied "If that's so, then why do I spend so much time sitting on my ass??" Nevertheless, he's not wrong. I guess it's a paradox. I went for a walk. It was drizzling. The trout lilies and the bloodroot flowers have curled up tightly, waiting for better weather. I don't exactly wear a mask when I'm walking. I wrap my scarf around my mouth and nose in all areas where there might be people. Even though it's just impromptu, I'm so tired of it. We bought some cloth masks from a distant cousin of the Sparrowhawk's, and I will wear them if I ever go someplace exciting and indoors, like the grocery store.
I made some oatmeal cookies, I read, I wrote in my notebook. Half a dozen pea shoots are poking up. That's not a lot, so I'll have to plant some more. I don't see the lettuce sprouts. I'm worried that the birds picked all the seeds up. So I'll have to plant more of those, too. Eight out of nine hellebores are surviving, although it looks to me as if something ate part of one of them. The tulips look like a lost cause. A few trillium are up, and some of the may apples I planted. There is hope.
Yesterday I got all excited by a video of some athlete doing exercises, and tried doing a few stretches and kicks and things for my legs. My reward today was to have extra achy joints. I complained to the Sparrowhawk, and said that maybe I just need to do MORE exercise and then they'll get better. He commented fondly, "'MORE' is your default solution to almost everything." I replied "If that's so, then why do I spend so much time sitting on my ass??" Nevertheless, he's not wrong. I guess it's a paradox. I went for a walk. It was drizzling. The trout lilies and the bloodroot flowers have curled up tightly, waiting for better weather. I don't exactly wear a mask when I'm walking. I wrap my scarf around my mouth and nose in all areas where there might be people. Even though it's just impromptu, I'm so tired of it. We bought some cloth masks from a distant cousin of the Sparrowhawk's, and I will wear them if I ever go someplace exciting and indoors, like the grocery store.
I made some oatmeal cookies, I read, I wrote in my notebook. Half a dozen pea shoots are poking up. That's not a lot, so I'll have to plant some more. I don't see the lettuce sprouts. I'm worried that the birds picked all the seeds up. So I'll have to plant more of those, too. Eight out of nine hellebores are surviving, although it looks to me as if something ate part of one of them. The tulips look like a lost cause. A few trillium are up, and some of the may apples I planted. There is hope.
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