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FrozenSeas of Celeste
Jan. 5th, 2019 09:31 pmFritz showed up after all. I guess he persuaded his wife that he needed a break. I can't complain that I had to do a lot of hospitality, though. We went out to lunch at a very nice pub. I had a subtle version of a Manhattan called "Sword of the Morning," followed by the best steak and eggs I've ever eaten. Fritz and the Sparrowhawk also had a drink. The server told us we'd ordered the three best cocktails in the house. It's possible he tells that to everyone, but this place has a HUGE array of different types of alcohol, many of them from local distilleries, so if true, it would certainly redound to the glory of our good taste. Then we came home and drank some much needed very strong coffee to avoid taking a group nap, while the brothers discussed family history and looked at old photos. Fritz headed for home as the sun was setting, after which the Sparrowhawk and I had our group nap of two.
That was pretty much it for the day. Time before Fritz's arrival was spent tidying up, and when I finally hauled myself out the nap, it was time to call my mother. I'm not happy about the way she sounds. I really don't know how my sibs can talk to her on the phone and say she sounds fine to them. There's a lot of confusion going on. Maybe I'm just worrying too much. I'm glad I don't have to go there on Tuesday, but I will have to go soon. However, I'll have to get some of my energy back first. Going out to lunch was fun in its way, but not really the best thing to do for purposes of recuperation. I still need both sleep and exercise. I was walking down the street with the brothers, and thinking we must appear as quite a trio to observers. Fritz has a different mother from the Sparrowhawk, so there's a resemblance, but also a diffference--mostly that he's really tall and slender, whereas the Sparrowhawk is more compact. But all three of us were limping in our various ways. Fritz got a back injury from playing sports and has a permanent hitch in his gitalong. The Sparrowhawk has his Parkinson's shuffle on his left foot. And I have my bad knee. Our shadows lurched from side to side.
That was pretty much it for the day. Time before Fritz's arrival was spent tidying up, and when I finally hauled myself out the nap, it was time to call my mother. I'm not happy about the way she sounds. I really don't know how my sibs can talk to her on the phone and say she sounds fine to them. There's a lot of confusion going on. Maybe I'm just worrying too much. I'm glad I don't have to go there on Tuesday, but I will have to go soon. However, I'll have to get some of my energy back first. Going out to lunch was fun in its way, but not really the best thing to do for purposes of recuperation. I still need both sleep and exercise. I was walking down the street with the brothers, and thinking we must appear as quite a trio to observers. Fritz has a different mother from the Sparrowhawk, so there's a resemblance, but also a diffference--mostly that he's really tall and slender, whereas the Sparrowhawk is more compact. But all three of us were limping in our various ways. Fritz got a back injury from playing sports and has a permanent hitch in his gitalong. The Sparrowhawk has his Parkinson's shuffle on his left foot. And I have my bad knee. Our shadows lurched from side to side.
