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Feb. 12th, 2020 09:50 pmI feel I'm being kind of boring and not having accomplishments, so not much to say. This morning, surprise! I came downstairs and opened the shades, and there was the waning but still plump moon staring serenely back at me out of a distinctly blue sky. I had to just stand there for awhile and gaze. It's such an unusual sight. There was sunshine for a few blessed minutes. Then it all clouded up again and by nightfall, the sky was its normal dark grey.
I went for a walk before the light was completely gone. There was little news on the woods path--just the usual bird-chirping and tracks. I did notice that they've finally started on the job of cutting up and carting away the giant fallen willow tree. There are tire tracks, sawdust, and a jumble of severed log sections down by the creek.
The Sparrowhawk had a checkup with his neurologist, who says he's doing well and has a very slow progression. This is good news in itself, and also because the neurologist says that people who start out with slow progression usually continue that way.
Queenie had a bad tooth pulled yesterday, after it developed an abscess. So I called her this morning to see how she is doing. I was happy to hear that she's recovering well, although the sedation made her sleepy, and she's still napping a lot. We found out that we're both missing Mother a lot for some reason. Every time I think I'm over it, I start thinking again of my parents' final days and wishing I had done more, or better, or something. I miss all the small things I used to do for them. I just miss them. It's good to talk to someone who feels the same. Queenie found a trolley token from Washington DC in the box with Mother's baby ring. Mother must have saved it from one of the happiest times in her life--when she and her sister were working in DC during the war, young and brave and loving their freedom. Queenie put it on a chain so she can wear it.
I went for a walk before the light was completely gone. There was little news on the woods path--just the usual bird-chirping and tracks. I did notice that they've finally started on the job of cutting up and carting away the giant fallen willow tree. There are tire tracks, sawdust, and a jumble of severed log sections down by the creek.
The Sparrowhawk had a checkup with his neurologist, who says he's doing well and has a very slow progression. This is good news in itself, and also because the neurologist says that people who start out with slow progression usually continue that way.
Queenie had a bad tooth pulled yesterday, after it developed an abscess. So I called her this morning to see how she is doing. I was happy to hear that she's recovering well, although the sedation made her sleepy, and she's still napping a lot. We found out that we're both missing Mother a lot for some reason. Every time I think I'm over it, I start thinking again of my parents' final days and wishing I had done more, or better, or something. I miss all the small things I used to do for them. I just miss them. It's good to talk to someone who feels the same. Queenie found a trolley token from Washington DC in the box with Mother's baby ring. Mother must have saved it from one of the happiest times in her life--when she and her sister were working in DC during the war, young and brave and loving their freedom. Queenie put it on a chain so she can wear it.
