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Aug. 31st, 2022 09:24 pmNot quite as good a day as I had hoped. I woke up before dawn, gave up on sleeping more and went downstairs about 6 and watched it get light. The Sparrowhawk eventually came down and gave me tea. We had a plan to go out to breakfast, but I couldn't imagine it at that point. We ended up going back to bed for a couple of hours. Of course, that was when the garbage trucks started going around and the neighbor's stump grinding truck arrived. . . . I managed to sleep a little more anyway. We finally went off to the crepe place around noon. I had a waffle. The Sparrowhawk had a complicated thing with prosciutto, brie, and fig jam. There were several signs up requesting patience with the staff. This was right next door to a place that had to close for the day, earlier in the week, because customers were too rude and unruly. Everyone is understaffed. I thought the two people behind the counter were admirably efficient and friendly.
Sadly, when I got home, I still felt like crap. I changed back into my leisure wear and basically did nothing except read and listen to music. I guess I wrote a few sentences, but not much. I'm totally ready to go back to bed now. I don't know what's wrong, but it's really irritating. This is the last day of August. I always think of it as the last day of summer, and was made smug by hearing on the weather news that tomorrow is in fact "meteorological fall." It was a beautiful day, and I would have liked to spend it in a more active fashion. But no. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I need to go hear more of the Sparrowhawk's rendition of Traveling Shoes, by Noel Streatfeild, which is our current bedtime book. After making it all the way through Mansfield Park, we needed something a lot shorter and simpler. The theme of incompetent parents hasn't changed a bit in the intervening years, apparently! Mr. and Mrs. Forum are a cut above Fanny Price's impoverished and neglectful parents, but not all that much better than Sir Thomas and Lady Bertram. I think one of the great appeals of the "Shoes" books to me as a child when I first read them was that the children always have some talent or ability that enables them to EARN MONEY. Thus, they have agency! As a kid, I so longed to be able to monetize myself in some fashion. Babysitting was all very well, but at 50 cents an hour, I was not going to be financially independent very soon.
Sadly, when I got home, I still felt like crap. I changed back into my leisure wear and basically did nothing except read and listen to music. I guess I wrote a few sentences, but not much. I'm totally ready to go back to bed now. I don't know what's wrong, but it's really irritating. This is the last day of August. I always think of it as the last day of summer, and was made smug by hearing on the weather news that tomorrow is in fact "meteorological fall." It was a beautiful day, and I would have liked to spend it in a more active fashion. But no. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight I need to go hear more of the Sparrowhawk's rendition of Traveling Shoes, by Noel Streatfeild, which is our current bedtime book. After making it all the way through Mansfield Park, we needed something a lot shorter and simpler. The theme of incompetent parents hasn't changed a bit in the intervening years, apparently! Mr. and Mrs. Forum are a cut above Fanny Price's impoverished and neglectful parents, but not all that much better than Sir Thomas and Lady Bertram. I think one of the great appeals of the "Shoes" books to me as a child when I first read them was that the children always have some talent or ability that enables them to EARN MONEY. Thus, they have agency! As a kid, I so longed to be able to monetize myself in some fashion. Babysitting was all very well, but at 50 cents an hour, I was not going to be financially independent very soon.
