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New Year in Gondor
Mar. 25th, 2019 09:56 pmI've been having truly wretched nights lately--waking hourly to try to find a more comfortable position for my achy joints, and not sleeping deeply in between because there's pain in the back of my mind. After a couple of nights of this, I was not good for much on Sunday. I got up and went to church early to rehearse some music, because I was on duty with the instrument group. It was good that I went because a couple of other people had to bail, so there were just the Old Faithfuls--the oboe, the flute, and me, with our keyboardist. (She who is mother of the most darling and determined baby girl, and who has just been revealed to be pregnant again--with TWINS. Holy moly.) I felt I performed quite creditably, which is a miracle because as I drank my tea I was having fantasies that I'd fall down in a faint and the service would be interrupted while they dragged me out. I made it through to late afternoon, and then had to take a nap.
I did not sleep well last night either, and woke up with a temptation to feel really grumpy. TIRED OF THIS. However, the day was so very beautiful that I resolved not to waste it on dark thoughts. March 25 is the New Year in Gondor--the day when Sauron fell and the eagles brought Frodo and Sam out of the fire. I swear I am high on sunlight these days. It is the most wonderful substance, and if I can just keep mainlining it, I forget my troubles. The spring cleaning fever is in full swing again. I actually vacuumed MOST of my room today. I know vacuum cleaners are a labor saving device, but I don't get along with them. I'm supposed to be sailing serenely around the room with a stoned smile on my face, in my heels and my pearls. Nope, sorry. Instead there is quite a bit of cursing and thumping. I get tangled up and trip over things and hurt my back trying to reach into corners. But now there's a lot of shiny wood floor without dust bunnies. When I'd had enough, I took a minute and opened the magic door so the spring wind could come in, and lit my candles and incense, and sat down on a cushion to soak up some sunlight and listen to the birds singing in the nearby treetops. After the Sparrowhawk went off to the gym, I took a walk. It was still light out!
The Duchess issued a request, which was probably a covert plea, that "you all" would plan to visit Mother more often. She has been dropping in twice a week and it's getting to be too much for her. She feels Mother needs more cheering up than she can handle. I suspect I'm the only one who will respond, since Queenie is in Florida and Mr. Science has been strangely silent of late. I had been mulling over when we could go see her, anyway, so I set the wheels in motion. We'll drive there on Wednesday and have lunch with Mother, stay overnight with Deb, and then see Mother again on Thursday before we come home. That should give the Duchess a bit of a break. I've been hard at work on my project of Not Being Depressed. It's been a job, given my inability to sleep. I've succeeded for a week. This trip will be a test. I've noticed that visiting my mother or dealing with the FOO often brings on a spasm of gloom, even if it goes well. I guess I'll get another chance to see if I can resist that.
I did not sleep well last night either, and woke up with a temptation to feel really grumpy. TIRED OF THIS. However, the day was so very beautiful that I resolved not to waste it on dark thoughts. March 25 is the New Year in Gondor--the day when Sauron fell and the eagles brought Frodo and Sam out of the fire. I swear I am high on sunlight these days. It is the most wonderful substance, and if I can just keep mainlining it, I forget my troubles. The spring cleaning fever is in full swing again. I actually vacuumed MOST of my room today. I know vacuum cleaners are a labor saving device, but I don't get along with them. I'm supposed to be sailing serenely around the room with a stoned smile on my face, in my heels and my pearls. Nope, sorry. Instead there is quite a bit of cursing and thumping. I get tangled up and trip over things and hurt my back trying to reach into corners. But now there's a lot of shiny wood floor without dust bunnies. When I'd had enough, I took a minute and opened the magic door so the spring wind could come in, and lit my candles and incense, and sat down on a cushion to soak up some sunlight and listen to the birds singing in the nearby treetops. After the Sparrowhawk went off to the gym, I took a walk. It was still light out!
The Duchess issued a request, which was probably a covert plea, that "you all" would plan to visit Mother more often. She has been dropping in twice a week and it's getting to be too much for her. She feels Mother needs more cheering up than she can handle. I suspect I'm the only one who will respond, since Queenie is in Florida and Mr. Science has been strangely silent of late. I had been mulling over when we could go see her, anyway, so I set the wheels in motion. We'll drive there on Wednesday and have lunch with Mother, stay overnight with Deb, and then see Mother again on Thursday before we come home. That should give the Duchess a bit of a break. I've been hard at work on my project of Not Being Depressed. It's been a job, given my inability to sleep. I've succeeded for a week. This trip will be a test. I've noticed that visiting my mother or dealing with the FOO often brings on a spasm of gloom, even if it goes well. I guess I'll get another chance to see if I can resist that.
