YuccaTwine of Bloom

Not blogging because the last couple of days have been suboptimal, but it doesn't seem like a good time for my complaining. I do appreciate my mother for not dying ON my actual anniversary, but she did cut it pretty close. Last year when it was our anniversary and everything was the pits, I told myself it was okay because next year would be really great and life would be beautiful again. Eh, not so much. We couldn't go to the big lake. We tried to have a relaxing walk by the local lake, but there were so many people, all in groups chatting away, jogging, biking, fishing, no masks. I never saw so many people fishing, and quite a few of them were fishing while standing in the middle of the paths. This is quite annoying because you try to go around them, but you never know when they'll decide to cast out without looking behind them, and you'll get snagged on the wind-up. We went home fairly soon just to get away from all the people. We couldn't have gone out in town, even if we'd wanted to, because there was a curfew after a bunch of stuff got burned down the previous night. I had made the mistake of looking at the news and Facebook, and became irrationally anxious about my kids. I started texting them, and they graciously reassured me that they were all at home and safe. Oh well. Maybe next year. We got to be together this long, and we still are, and that's the main thing.

This morning I woke up cross because I already knew I wasn't going to get to do what I wanted. I needed to drive the Sparrowhawk to his eye appointment, because he was going to be too dilated to get himself home. We had a call from someone we used to know long ago when we were both in a cult. She got our name from a mutual friend, and wanted to reconnect while she was in town to "visit" her elderly mother with dementia, by waving at her through a plate glass window. Really, we didn't want to say no to social distancing with her, but I wasn't in an outgoing mood. I was trying to pick up a few things around the house when I got a call from Queenie. I tried to go on picking things up while talking, then gave up and decided just to enjoy being with her long-distance, until it was time for me to go get the Sparrowhawk. We got home just in time for the arrival of the long-lost friend. We sat at a safe distance in the back yard and chatted with her for a couple of hours. She turned out to be just as nice, and even more interesting than I remembered. Still kind of exhausting for an introvert in a bad mood. The eye doctor said the Sparrowhawk had "probably the healthiest eyes I'll see all day," so yay! I wrote to my doctor to inquire whether she would refer me to get a covid-19 antibody test, just in case I've already had it. If I have the antibodies, I would donate plasma for treatment purposes. Also, we found the missing puzzle piece! It magically turned up under the box lid, where I swear I looked a dozen times.