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WindChill of Leave
Nov. 5th, 2018 08:52 pmThe Sparrowhawk went with me this morning on a long-delayed expedition to buy a new pair of shoes. I think I've had my old ones for about three years, and they finally acquired a horrible stinky shoe smell, probably from getting wet at some point. I tried various remedies, including baking soda, febreze spray, and in desperation, running them through the washing machine. None of it worked. Once shoes go bad, they very seldom come back. So we went across the river to the northwest end of town, where there's a very old shoe shop that carries a lot of very good shoes and where the people who help you are good at their job. It's not cheap, but they feel good and don't hurt my feet.
The Sparrowhawk's gait problems result in dragging his left foot, so his shoe wears out on that side. I looked at the sole of the shoe, because the store also does repairs, and we were right there. The sole was peeling off in layers, like a damaged tire. Ooops. The repair person said it would cost more in time and expense than it would be worth to try to replace it, and the rest of the shoe was worn too. So he got a new pair of shoes too. Mission accomplished!
The Duchess was able to find an appointment for Mother with her PCP, but it's too early in the morning for me to make it there in time to take her, so the Duchess will do it herself. She texted me later today to say that when she called Mother to explain the new arrangement to her, Mother was anxiously waiting for me to arrive--TODAY--and couldn't understand why I was so late. I've been telling her all week that I was coming on Wednesday. The Duchess said I did a good job of that, but unfortunately, Mother thought it was Wednesday already. I felt really sad to think of her looking for me when I wasn't there. I wish I could make it in time for her appointment, but on the other hand, I think the Duchess will not be satisfied unless she gets to question the doctor for herself. So maybe I should just take it as a gift and not go. I'm supposed to go next week, as well, so it's not as if I won't be seeing Mother fairly soon.
The door rattled after dark, when the Sparrowhawk was at the gym. When I went to look out, I saw the package delivery person finding his way back to the truck by means of a flashlight, after dropping a package inside the screen door. It was the birthday gift my mother ordered for the Sparrowhawk, arriving nearly two months after his birthday. She also sent one to the Duke. She said the Duke left her a message on her phone, at least she thought it was him, but then "the message vanished" and she couldn't find it again. She said "Maybe he's just so angry about the color I chose! He's color blind, you know." Well, he is color blind. I pointed out that he couldn't really be angry about the color she picked if he didn't know what color it was. She said "It's only some colors that he can't see. Red and green, I think. I don't know how he gets through traffic lights!" I tried to tell her that the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, but he'd open the package when he came home. This was too complicated for her, and she thought I was saying that I'd sent the package back. Nooooo . . . . The Sparrowhawk opened his package when he came home, and it had a lovely flannel shirt and matching sweater. The colors she chose were perfect. He was very pleased. He says he won't wear anything else for a week. Perhaps he can write her a thank-you note. But he'll have to type it, because I know she won't be able to read his handwriting.
The Sparrowhawk's gait problems result in dragging his left foot, so his shoe wears out on that side. I looked at the sole of the shoe, because the store also does repairs, and we were right there. The sole was peeling off in layers, like a damaged tire. Ooops. The repair person said it would cost more in time and expense than it would be worth to try to replace it, and the rest of the shoe was worn too. So he got a new pair of shoes too. Mission accomplished!
The Duchess was able to find an appointment for Mother with her PCP, but it's too early in the morning for me to make it there in time to take her, so the Duchess will do it herself. She texted me later today to say that when she called Mother to explain the new arrangement to her, Mother was anxiously waiting for me to arrive--TODAY--and couldn't understand why I was so late. I've been telling her all week that I was coming on Wednesday. The Duchess said I did a good job of that, but unfortunately, Mother thought it was Wednesday already. I felt really sad to think of her looking for me when I wasn't there. I wish I could make it in time for her appointment, but on the other hand, I think the Duchess will not be satisfied unless she gets to question the doctor for herself. So maybe I should just take it as a gift and not go. I'm supposed to go next week, as well, so it's not as if I won't be seeing Mother fairly soon.
The door rattled after dark, when the Sparrowhawk was at the gym. When I went to look out, I saw the package delivery person finding his way back to the truck by means of a flashlight, after dropping a package inside the screen door. It was the birthday gift my mother ordered for the Sparrowhawk, arriving nearly two months after his birthday. She also sent one to the Duke. She said the Duke left her a message on her phone, at least she thought it was him, but then "the message vanished" and she couldn't find it again. She said "Maybe he's just so angry about the color I chose! He's color blind, you know." Well, he is color blind. I pointed out that he couldn't really be angry about the color she picked if he didn't know what color it was. She said "It's only some colors that he can't see. Red and green, I think. I don't know how he gets through traffic lights!" I tried to tell her that the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, but he'd open the package when he came home. This was too complicated for her, and she thought I was saying that I'd sent the package back. Nooooo . . . . The Sparrowhawk opened his package when he came home, and it had a lovely flannel shirt and matching sweater. The colors she chose were perfect. He was very pleased. He says he won't wear anything else for a week. Perhaps he can write her a thank-you note. But he'll have to type it, because I know she won't be able to read his handwriting.
