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AtlasCedar of Bluster
Feb. 21st, 2019 10:17 pmTrying to avoid falling into desuetude due to feeling that I'm not doing anything worth reporting, even to myself. I've been reading some old journals to reassure myself that I was doing SOMETHING all those years. One thing I've noticed is that I was a regular dream factory back then. Dreaming furiously! Even more so than now. I also scribbled furiously in my notebooks, writing down everything, like the last survivor of some planetary catastrophe. And I was always writing some words of fiction, even if just tiny snippets between accounts of my mad dashes to take care of this or that disaster. At one point, I'm describing a family altercation. The text breaks off, and after a space, continues: "'Sir! I told you not to push any of those buttons!' 'Technically, I didn't. I just . . . twirled one of them.'" And then a mysterious ball of blue light appears, which turns out to be very useful later, or would have been if the writer hadn't started having second thoughts about it being too much of a deus ex machina. Or, actually, a machina ex machina. Ah, Jake. I miss you.
We never did get that ice storm. There was some kind of drizzle in the night, because this morning, the snow was all pitted on top. The sun came out and made rectangles of golden color on the floor. How unusual! I went out for a walk, but it wasn't as warm as it looked, because of a rather cutting wind. When I got into the little woods, the wind died down and it was fine.
The Duchess sent out a note with good news and bad news. The good news is that Mother is getting moved to one of the new rooms tomorrow. I hope it will seem more cheerful and convenient to her. The bad news is that she has a new ulcer on the back of her right leg, which had been the "good" one so far, although it was the bad one a couple of years ago. The Duchess says it's about the size of a nickel--but they can grow fast and it hadn't been dressed at all. Also they're not putting her pressure stockings on correctly, or changing them for clean ones as often as they need to. Aieee. It makes me want to tear my hair out. We've been battling this for SO LONG. The least the staff could do is LISTEN TO US and NOTICE THINGS. The Duchess called it to the attention of several people, and hopefully, they will now take care of this properly. It's hard to keep after them all the time, but sadly, we just have to.
We never did get that ice storm. There was some kind of drizzle in the night, because this morning, the snow was all pitted on top. The sun came out and made rectangles of golden color on the floor. How unusual! I went out for a walk, but it wasn't as warm as it looked, because of a rather cutting wind. When I got into the little woods, the wind died down and it was fine.
The Duchess sent out a note with good news and bad news. The good news is that Mother is getting moved to one of the new rooms tomorrow. I hope it will seem more cheerful and convenient to her. The bad news is that she has a new ulcer on the back of her right leg, which had been the "good" one so far, although it was the bad one a couple of years ago. The Duchess says it's about the size of a nickel--but they can grow fast and it hadn't been dressed at all. Also they're not putting her pressure stockings on correctly, or changing them for clean ones as often as they need to. Aieee. It makes me want to tear my hair out. We've been battling this for SO LONG. The least the staff could do is LISTEN TO US and NOTICE THINGS. The Duchess called it to the attention of several people, and hopefully, they will now take care of this properly. It's hard to keep after them all the time, but sadly, we just have to.
