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Starfish of Bloom
May. 22nd, 2019 08:17 pmThe Duchess and Mr. Science conferred via email about consulting with the death doulas. Death doulas. It really sounds like some kind of dark fantasy title. Death and Her Doulas. I wish the Duchess luck with them and I hope they can do something nice for Mother, but I don't like thinking about them.
I did a little better at having a normal day. We were both tired all day. Still, the Sparrowhawk cleaned the remnants of his fence-building off the screen porch. I put away laundry, changed the sheets on the bed and washed and dried the spares, made bread, and cleaned up the kitchen. We had leek and potato soup with mushrooms and extra vegetables, fresh bread, and cheese for dinner. In spite of being tired, we motivated ourselves to go for a walk. It rained all night and morning, but the afternoon was beautiful. Wild geraniums are blooming all over in the woods. We sat by the creek for awhile and watched the water bubble over the rocks. We passed a neighbor taking apart his lawn mower. "How's the writing going?" he inquired. "Badly," I said. Ugh. I can't write anything, not even a bald recital of events. Like little Effie in the poem by e e cummings, my brains are made of gingerbread.
Queenie arrived at my mother's early enough to visit before bed! We'll join her on Friday. That gives me one more day to catch up with some things I was too tired to do today. Tonight we're going to watch some Equestrian Championship footage and then go to bed.
I did a little better at having a normal day. We were both tired all day. Still, the Sparrowhawk cleaned the remnants of his fence-building off the screen porch. I put away laundry, changed the sheets on the bed and washed and dried the spares, made bread, and cleaned up the kitchen. We had leek and potato soup with mushrooms and extra vegetables, fresh bread, and cheese for dinner. In spite of being tired, we motivated ourselves to go for a walk. It rained all night and morning, but the afternoon was beautiful. Wild geraniums are blooming all over in the woods. We sat by the creek for awhile and watched the water bubble over the rocks. We passed a neighbor taking apart his lawn mower. "How's the writing going?" he inquired. "Badly," I said. Ugh. I can't write anything, not even a bald recital of events. Like little Effie in the poem by e e cummings, my brains are made of gingerbread.
Queenie arrived at my mother's early enough to visit before bed! We'll join her on Friday. That gives me one more day to catch up with some things I was too tired to do today. Tonight we're going to watch some Equestrian Championship footage and then go to bed.
