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ScreechingCoot of Bliss
May. 9th, 2023 10:44 pmA lot of things happened today. It was a beautiful day, and I thought it would be a good day to do some yard work. But no, that was not one of the things that happened. Just so I won't be raising any false hopes here. Before going out to weed, I thought it might be a good time to call Mr. Science and see if he'll be around at the time we're hoping to go to Pixboig and see the Nipper's Shakespeare in the Park. I caught him in a spare moment, but my question proved more complicated than I had expected. Back in January, he sent me an email on my birthday, which contained the news that he was having some trouble with his legs. Walking had become difficult. Occasionally he fell down. He thought it might be some problems with his much-abused back that might require surgery. Three different surgeons have now informed him he's not a candidate, because the problems he's having are too extensive to be explained by anything needing surgery. I won't say what the most likely candidate is, because they're still doing last ditch rule-out tests. But it's not good. So if they're still doing tests, he might be in town. If not, he'll be off on a long series of fishing trips. I am now left wishing I never called him, because then I still wouldn't know about this. It's not good.
No yard work took place. I had a brief Zoom with another friend, and did some more desultory and sad reading of my unpublishable novel. I realized, while thinking about some other incomplete stories I had once aspired to finish, that many of them are quite sad, and that one reason I don't feel like finishing them is that I don't particularly want to send something out into the world that is going to make people feel sad. Then I got another phone call from my friend in Minnesota, who is not always the most cheerful conversationalist either. The Sparrowhawk and I ate up the last of the leftovers for dinner, plus salad.
Then came the nicest part of the day. The three ancient apple trees up by the nuns place are blooming. I saw them from afar yesterday, but couldn't go near because the workers who are renovating the building are there with all their machines and DANGER signs. i thought if we walked up there after working hours, we could view them up close at our leisure, so we did. They are lovely as always. I do hope they survive the renovation. Various other trees have already been cut down. I'm going to look up on the internet and see if there's any way to take a slip from a tree and plant it--just in case.
After that, another Zoom meeting. Just about enough conversation for one day, I think.
No yard work took place. I had a brief Zoom with another friend, and did some more desultory and sad reading of my unpublishable novel. I realized, while thinking about some other incomplete stories I had once aspired to finish, that many of them are quite sad, and that one reason I don't feel like finishing them is that I don't particularly want to send something out into the world that is going to make people feel sad. Then I got another phone call from my friend in Minnesota, who is not always the most cheerful conversationalist either. The Sparrowhawk and I ate up the last of the leftovers for dinner, plus salad.
Then came the nicest part of the day. The three ancient apple trees up by the nuns place are blooming. I saw them from afar yesterday, but couldn't go near because the workers who are renovating the building are there with all their machines and DANGER signs. i thought if we walked up there after working hours, we could view them up close at our leisure, so we did. They are lovely as always. I do hope they survive the renovation. Various other trees have already been cut down. I'm going to look up on the internet and see if there's any way to take a slip from a tree and plant it--just in case.
After that, another Zoom meeting. Just about enough conversation for one day, I think.
