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BristleconePine of Bluster
Mar. 7th, 2019 08:38 pmIt's supposed to be above freezing tomorrow. I can't wait. Maybe I'll even take a walk. I thought about going out briefly today, when the sun came out for a minute. But it went back under the clouds before I could even think about putting on my boots. Tomorrow I'll be kind of busy, though, making a cake for my mother's birthday. It has to be pretty, because we can't put candles on it. I talked to the dining services at her residence, and burning candles are verboten.
Speaking of birthdays, I'm feeling cranky, as one does after having one's feelings bounced back and forth like a tennis ball. After changing my plans to accommodate Mr. Science's wish to come on Saturday rather than Sunday, I finalized the arrangements for the birthday lunch on Saturday. I asked them to reserve a certain number of spots for us in the main dining area. Renting the small dining room would have cost money, and I thought there was no point. Mother probably will enjoy being visible so any friends she has left there can come over and with her a happy birthday. Then I finally got an email from Mr. Science, saying he wouldn't arrive until mid-afternoon on Saturday, because reasons, and he planned to celebrate Mother's birthday on Sunday after all. One of his kids might or might not be with him. His other child would arrive on Sunday. At that point I threw my hands in the air. I counted to ten a few dozen times, and wrote a nice cheery email saying no problem, I'd just tell them we didn't need as many places at the table after all. I said we might not see them, as we were planning to go home after lunch, but I hoped they'd enjoy their visit. And I felt bad because it seemed pretty clear I had tried to organize something that nobody wanted me to organize in the first place.
A couple of hours later, I got a call from Mr. Science's daughter, to say there had been some problems in communication, and she and her dad actually felt fine about coming earlier on Saturday so they could be there for lunch. Well . . . okay . . . That will be nice. I guess. I hope.
Cheer up, I said to myself. Let's think of something we're happy about. Oh yes--it's the Philosopher's birthday today! That's all kinds of happy. We called him up and sang the special birthday song on his answering machine. The day he was born, the weather was much nicer than today. It felt like spring, chilly but hopeful.
Speaking of birthdays, I'm feeling cranky, as one does after having one's feelings bounced back and forth like a tennis ball. After changing my plans to accommodate Mr. Science's wish to come on Saturday rather than Sunday, I finalized the arrangements for the birthday lunch on Saturday. I asked them to reserve a certain number of spots for us in the main dining area. Renting the small dining room would have cost money, and I thought there was no point. Mother probably will enjoy being visible so any friends she has left there can come over and with her a happy birthday. Then I finally got an email from Mr. Science, saying he wouldn't arrive until mid-afternoon on Saturday, because reasons, and he planned to celebrate Mother's birthday on Sunday after all. One of his kids might or might not be with him. His other child would arrive on Sunday. At that point I threw my hands in the air. I counted to ten a few dozen times, and wrote a nice cheery email saying no problem, I'd just tell them we didn't need as many places at the table after all. I said we might not see them, as we were planning to go home after lunch, but I hoped they'd enjoy their visit. And I felt bad because it seemed pretty clear I had tried to organize something that nobody wanted me to organize in the first place.
A couple of hours later, I got a call from Mr. Science's daughter, to say there had been some problems in communication, and she and her dad actually felt fine about coming earlier on Saturday so they could be there for lunch. Well . . . okay . . . That will be nice. I guess. I hope.
Cheer up, I said to myself. Let's think of something we're happy about. Oh yes--it's the Philosopher's birthday today! That's all kinds of happy. We called him up and sang the special birthday song on his answering machine. The day he was born, the weather was much nicer than today. It felt like spring, chilly but hopeful.
