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Jun. 23rd, 2020 10:32 pmForgot to blog yesterday. I get to the end of the day sometimes and that's IT. I got my first haircut in ages. All the precautions were taken, so I hope I didn't catch any germs. My stylist says it's awful having to work in a mask all day. It aggravates her asthma something terrible, and she's getting zits from having her face covered and sweaty. It was really nice to see her, though we had to resist hugging. Her salon is some distance east of here, so I got to drive out on a road that goes through less urban settings, and it was a pleasure just to roll along under a blue sky and observe the puffy clouds and the roadside trees. I don't think it's a very good haircut. She was in a hurry, and has ruled out blowdrying. However, it's shorter, so less bothersome.
Today I did some shopping in anticipation of the Nipper and family arriving. I feel as if I can't organize my brain to prepare adequately. I just threw a bunch of stuff in the cart--lots of preferred snacks and gluten-free mixes. I'll have shop again later in the week for fresh items. Raptor inhales fruit, so we needs lots of berries. Meanwhile the Sparrowhawk and I are living on leftovers. Today I cut up the remains of the chicken and boiled the bones. My story is going well--at least, I think it is. You never know till the editor reads it and decides if it was what he wanted. I want to finish it up ASAP so I can send it off before our guests arrive.
Our weather took a strange turn in the night and became cool and windy--really cool, like 60 degrees! I actually love this! While I was sitting out in the yard working (with no need for an umbrella for shade!) I got a surprise Facetime call from Madame, the therapist. I haven't heard from her since (I think) early March. In fact, I had been concerned that something might have happened to her. I just had a feeling about it. It turns out that she broke her hip in May and has been in the hospital and rehab ever since. She fell in her doctor's office, of all places! Now she's staying with a local relative who has a condo without stairs. She is still not well enough to go home or to drive. It seems I really don't need therapy, given that I've survived this long without it. I suppose giving up hope is its own form of sanity. As the meme says, "I WAS PROMISED A HANDBASKET!" Guess we'll just have to go to hell handbasketless. Still, it would be nice to see her again at some point.
Today I did some shopping in anticipation of the Nipper and family arriving. I feel as if I can't organize my brain to prepare adequately. I just threw a bunch of stuff in the cart--lots of preferred snacks and gluten-free mixes. I'll have shop again later in the week for fresh items. Raptor inhales fruit, so we needs lots of berries. Meanwhile the Sparrowhawk and I are living on leftovers. Today I cut up the remains of the chicken and boiled the bones. My story is going well--at least, I think it is. You never know till the editor reads it and decides if it was what he wanted. I want to finish it up ASAP so I can send it off before our guests arrive.
Our weather took a strange turn in the night and became cool and windy--really cool, like 60 degrees! I actually love this! While I was sitting out in the yard working (with no need for an umbrella for shade!) I got a surprise Facetime call from Madame, the therapist. I haven't heard from her since (I think) early March. In fact, I had been concerned that something might have happened to her. I just had a feeling about it. It turns out that she broke her hip in May and has been in the hospital and rehab ever since. She fell in her doctor's office, of all places! Now she's staying with a local relative who has a condo without stairs. She is still not well enough to go home or to drive. It seems I really don't need therapy, given that I've survived this long without it. I suppose giving up hope is its own form of sanity. As the meme says, "I WAS PROMISED A HANDBASKET!" Guess we'll just have to go to hell handbasketless. Still, it would be nice to see her again at some point.
