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GoldenThistle of Simmer
Aug. 2nd, 2023 09:56 pmOne example of why living with the Sparrowhawk is a pleasure: one day this week, I was not having a good day. I felt clumsy and cranky, and sure enough, I managed to spill tea all over myself and the couch. He brought me paper towels, and while a lesser being might have said something like "Look what a mess you made!" or "What are you thinking??" he watched me sopping up the disaster and said fondly, "You are so delightfully thorough! I am going to put you in charge of everything." Not that I WANT to be in charge of everything, but it's a kind thought.
Today was Madame Day. Oh my . . . . She had an appointment with the hairdresser this morning, so Mademoiselle brought her from there to the bookstore, and I met them there. She came in looking flustered, and I heard Mademoiselle say "It's okay--look, she's right here." As we went to get in line for our lunch, Madame said she had slipped getting out of the car, "and I screamed because I thought I was going to fall." "Did Mademoiselle catch you?" I asked. "Well, I caught MYSELF," she said haughtily. Somehow I doubt that. She brought her cane today, which I think was a good idea. And I put my little step back in the car. Last week, she disdained it, but today she admitted she couldn't get up to the seat without it. So I was glad I'd brought it. Some days, I feel as if I'm doing too much of the talking, because she is forgetful and confused, and this was one of those days. I think the hairdresser tires her out. I know it used to tire me! When we arrived back at her house, it turned out she had somehow locked herself out. I think I know what happened. She probably came out through the garage, when Mademoiselle picked her up, leaving the front door locked, and forgetting to take her keys. At any rate, she had to call Mademoiselle to come back over and open the door. I didn't want to leave her alone, so we sat on the front porch and had a little extra visiting time. Mademoiselle showed up pretty quickly, and was embarrassed and apologetic, but I told her not to worry about it at all. I am fortunate in having lots of time and a fair amount of patience.
When the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I gave walking another shot. I went out later than I planned, and my knee was more troublesome than I expected, so it was another fairly short one. But it was not entirely futile. I walked through the pathway bordered by seven-foot tall silphiums in bloom, so it's like an arch of pure gold, decorated with ivory Queen Anne's lace and amethyst purple asters, and bees weaving in and out throughout. I also met six neighbors and a rabbit, and exchanged a few pleasantries with each. Two neighbors were coming home from a Thai restaurant. One was getting his camper ready for a trip to Maine. One was mowing the lawn with an old-fashioned push mower. One was walking a pair of Airedales. One was watering her lovely flowerbeds, including some bright red coneflowers. I don't know what the rabbit was up to. She didn't say.
Today was Madame Day. Oh my . . . . She had an appointment with the hairdresser this morning, so Mademoiselle brought her from there to the bookstore, and I met them there. She came in looking flustered, and I heard Mademoiselle say "It's okay--look, she's right here." As we went to get in line for our lunch, Madame said she had slipped getting out of the car, "and I screamed because I thought I was going to fall." "Did Mademoiselle catch you?" I asked. "Well, I caught MYSELF," she said haughtily. Somehow I doubt that. She brought her cane today, which I think was a good idea. And I put my little step back in the car. Last week, she disdained it, but today she admitted she couldn't get up to the seat without it. So I was glad I'd brought it. Some days, I feel as if I'm doing too much of the talking, because she is forgetful and confused, and this was one of those days. I think the hairdresser tires her out. I know it used to tire me! When we arrived back at her house, it turned out she had somehow locked herself out. I think I know what happened. She probably came out through the garage, when Mademoiselle picked her up, leaving the front door locked, and forgetting to take her keys. At any rate, she had to call Mademoiselle to come back over and open the door. I didn't want to leave her alone, so we sat on the front porch and had a little extra visiting time. Mademoiselle showed up pretty quickly, and was embarrassed and apologetic, but I told her not to worry about it at all. I am fortunate in having lots of time and a fair amount of patience.
When the Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I gave walking another shot. I went out later than I planned, and my knee was more troublesome than I expected, so it was another fairly short one. But it was not entirely futile. I walked through the pathway bordered by seven-foot tall silphiums in bloom, so it's like an arch of pure gold, decorated with ivory Queen Anne's lace and amethyst purple asters, and bees weaving in and out throughout. I also met six neighbors and a rabbit, and exchanged a few pleasantries with each. Two neighbors were coming home from a Thai restaurant. One was getting his camper ready for a trip to Maine. One was mowing the lawn with an old-fashioned push mower. One was walking a pair of Airedales. One was watering her lovely flowerbeds, including some bright red coneflowers. I don't know what the rabbit was up to. She didn't say.
