Sycamore of Leave
Oct. 5th, 2017 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI had a much better day today. I washed and put away sheets, tablecloth and napkins. I finally mustered the energy to go to the grocery store. We've been living on bits and pieces, and that's not good. Tonight I was able to cook a proper dinner of roasted potatoes and carrots, green beans, and baked salmon. The Sparrowhawk went to the gym for the first time in a couple of weeks, and then got fed. I feel good about keeping his strength up. His gym instructor noticed that he was carrying one shoulder higher than the other, and attributed it to stress.
It was a beautiful day, sunny and cool but not too cool. I spent some writing time in the park by the lake. I can't help feeling better when I get to enjoy the beauty of the water lapping against the shore. The trees are still barely touched with color. Most of them are still green. But everything is getting very dry. It reminds me of how Kansas used to be in the fall. I hope it will rain soon.
Last night, the Philosopher called to tell us that he was having eye surgery today. He has strabismus--like Ryan Gosling, apparently--and the operation will hopefully correct the muscles around his eyes and give him back his binocular vision. It's not supposed to be difficult or dangerous. It is outpatient surgery, and he has a friend from work who will come to take him home. The Philosopher says cheerfully that if all goes well, they'll just take the train. The notion of a bandaged and possibly somewhat loopy Philosopher being ushered onto the El just doesn't please a mother's heart. I hope they'll give in and take a cab. What I really wish is that I could be there for him! My day hasn't been quite good enough to enable me to contemplate the ills of my loved ones with equanimity. I don't think there is a day that good!
It was a beautiful day, sunny and cool but not too cool. I spent some writing time in the park by the lake. I can't help feeling better when I get to enjoy the beauty of the water lapping against the shore. The trees are still barely touched with color. Most of them are still green. But everything is getting very dry. It reminds me of how Kansas used to be in the fall. I hope it will rain soon.
Last night, the Philosopher called to tell us that he was having eye surgery today. He has strabismus--like Ryan Gosling, apparently--and the operation will hopefully correct the muscles around his eyes and give him back his binocular vision. It's not supposed to be difficult or dangerous. It is outpatient surgery, and he has a friend from work who will come to take him home. The Philosopher says cheerfully that if all goes well, they'll just take the train. The notion of a bandaged and possibly somewhat loopy Philosopher being ushered onto the El just doesn't please a mother's heart. I hope they'll give in and take a cab. What I really wish is that I could be there for him! My day hasn't been quite good enough to enable me to contemplate the ills of my loved ones with equanimity. I don't think there is a day that good!
