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DarkSwell of Ember
Dec. 16th, 2022 10:26 pmI had one of those nights when it was hard to tell if I was awake or asleep. In both states, I had to keep reminding myself that these were not the best circumstances in which to try to solve problems. It snowed in the night, and it was very cozy to see the Sparrowhawk's electric candles twinkling against the ghostly gleam of fallen snow in the gathering dark. This morning, he went to the gym, and I occupied myself making an apple pie. Of all the things I have to do, this might not seem the most pressing. But I had this leftover pie dough in the refrigerator, and then I had leftover apples, and I thought I'd make an apple pie. But someone ate most of the apples before I could get around to it . . . and yesterday, because we had the car back, I finally went out to shop, and got more apples. So I figured it was now or never. It worked out well--but the recipes NEVER give a correct baking time. I ended up putting it back in the oven to make the apples soften and juice get syrupy enough to suit me.
We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, and heard the fascinating tale of how she went to California for her brother's wedding, and they ended up getting married at the rehearsal in the park, because it was going to rain on the day of the wedding. It sounded vaguely Shakespearian, with all's well that ends well! Perhaps that's because I was listening to "A Midsummer Night's Dream" with Mendelssohn's music lately. The fairies supervise quite a few weddings in that one.
Then I worked on the book for awhile, but not very much because I had another impromptu Zoom. The Sparrowhawk suggested hopefully that maybe we could just have pie for dinner, but I wasn't about to let him get away with that. I made some frozen fish with potatoes and zucchini with mushrooms. And THEN we had pie. And then I tried very hard to produce some Christmas cards. I have quite a stack now, but there's still half my list to go. The Sparrowhawk is a regular Christmas machine. He put some ink in his old fountain pen and got to work, and he was cranking them out. The secret is that he doesn't overthink things! Whereas I think even when I'm sleeping.
We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, and heard the fascinating tale of how she went to California for her brother's wedding, and they ended up getting married at the rehearsal in the park, because it was going to rain on the day of the wedding. It sounded vaguely Shakespearian, with all's well that ends well! Perhaps that's because I was listening to "A Midsummer Night's Dream" with Mendelssohn's music lately. The fairies supervise quite a few weddings in that one.
Then I worked on the book for awhile, but not very much because I had another impromptu Zoom. The Sparrowhawk suggested hopefully that maybe we could just have pie for dinner, but I wasn't about to let him get away with that. I made some frozen fish with potatoes and zucchini with mushrooms. And THEN we had pie. And then I tried very hard to produce some Christmas cards. I have quite a stack now, but there's still half my list to go. The Sparrowhawk is a regular Christmas machine. He put some ink in his old fountain pen and got to work, and he was cranking them out. The secret is that he doesn't overthink things! Whereas I think even when I'm sleeping.
