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Kestrel of Bloom
May. 25th, 2017 10:27 pmSome days one just shouldn't read Facebook. Today was one of those days for me. It multiplies the problem of "someone is wrong on the internet" by a thousandfold! Walk away, walk away . . . .
I'm somewhat at a loose end, figuring out what project to take up next, while I wait to get some hopefully useful comments back about the recent novel draft. It's the composting stage, when I throw a lot of things into the darkness at the back of my mind and let them talk amongst themselves. And freely mix their metaphors!
I've also decided not to take the probiotics recommended by a friend any more. I'm glad they worked for her, but they give me tummy pain that's even worse than the usual. My gut bacteria don't welcome the arrival of billions of outsiders. I suppose it's a first contact story going on in there, but I can't watch it and take notes.
Today I had the pleasure of lunch with Dr. Nurse, my niece. With a new job, volunteer work, keeping up her clinical hours, and a new boyfriend, she has been too busy to drop by recently. Also, her new apartment has AC and a washer/dryer, so she doesn't have to come over when she needs those things! It was great to see her, but her morning meeting ran late, so lunch ran over into my working hours, and then as soon as I parted with Dr. N, the Sparrowhawk started texting me from his big meeting where he found out his boss was being made redundant and he would now report to someone else, pending further reorganization. All very exciting, but it shredded my thought processes, such as they were. I finally started writing in my notebook and reorganizing my own self.
Tonight I was a bit concerned about my mother. I called her three times and she didn't pick up. I assumed she was on the cell phone with someone else, which sometimes happens, but after 45 minutes, I wondered. Finally I called the cell phone, and she answered, but seemed a bit disoriented. She said she'd been trying to play some CDs, and turned on the TV by accident. (The Sparrowhawk left her detailed written instructions about her electronics, but she has trouble following them.) "There was an awful, really gruesome scene about some children exploring a cave. It was so scary." So . . . apparently it was so terrible that she just HAD to watch it! She had her head right next to the TV, and couldn't hear the phone. I wonder what it was. I'm kind of sorry I interrupted her.
I'm somewhat at a loose end, figuring out what project to take up next, while I wait to get some hopefully useful comments back about the recent novel draft. It's the composting stage, when I throw a lot of things into the darkness at the back of my mind and let them talk amongst themselves. And freely mix their metaphors!
I've also decided not to take the probiotics recommended by a friend any more. I'm glad they worked for her, but they give me tummy pain that's even worse than the usual. My gut bacteria don't welcome the arrival of billions of outsiders. I suppose it's a first contact story going on in there, but I can't watch it and take notes.
Today I had the pleasure of lunch with Dr. Nurse, my niece. With a new job, volunteer work, keeping up her clinical hours, and a new boyfriend, she has been too busy to drop by recently. Also, her new apartment has AC and a washer/dryer, so she doesn't have to come over when she needs those things! It was great to see her, but her morning meeting ran late, so lunch ran over into my working hours, and then as soon as I parted with Dr. N, the Sparrowhawk started texting me from his big meeting where he found out his boss was being made redundant and he would now report to someone else, pending further reorganization. All very exciting, but it shredded my thought processes, such as they were. I finally started writing in my notebook and reorganizing my own self.
Tonight I was a bit concerned about my mother. I called her three times and she didn't pick up. I assumed she was on the cell phone with someone else, which sometimes happens, but after 45 minutes, I wondered. Finally I called the cell phone, and she answered, but seemed a bit disoriented. She said she'd been trying to play some CDs, and turned on the TV by accident. (The Sparrowhawk left her detailed written instructions about her electronics, but she has trouble following them.) "There was an awful, really gruesome scene about some children exploring a cave. It was so scary." So . . . apparently it was so terrible that she just HAD to watch it! She had her head right next to the TV, and couldn't hear the phone. I wonder what it was. I'm kind of sorry I interrupted her.
