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BroadBean of Celeste
Jan. 11th, 2024 10:27 pmWe bit the bullet and canceled our hotel reservation. We chatted briefly with the Philosopher, who seems unsurprised. He suggested yet again that we should take the train in future, because it is easier. I didn't explain yet again what the problems with the train are, but said we would certainly consider that at a later date. The Nipper is still planning to arrive with Raptor via the train. The hotel room that we provided should still be there for him. I hope that everything continues to work out for all of them.
I called Madame, having decided I didn't really want to go out today, although it would have been quite feasible, since it had only snowed another inch or two. She said she was getting her blood drawn and would call me back. By the time she did, it was too late for me to pick her up anyway. I said I would come Monday instead. She seems resigned to this and at least enjoyed talking to me. She said she'll be "sitting on her rump" all weekend. As will I, I suppose, except when I sally forth to shovel some snow. We didn't really need to watch the weather forecast again, since we've already given up the idea of traveling. But we did anyway--indulging in that classic old people pastime of feeling Schadenfreude over the terrible weather we won't be driving into! It's similar to why people like disaster movies.
Dr. Music came and tuned our piano today--a meticulous and melodious plunking and twanging. I offered him a sandwich, but he had brought one from home. The piano sounded lovely when he took it for a post-tuning test run. I was happy to have the day off, but I can't say I did much with it. I did some bathroom cleaning and focused on getting all the laundry done, and most of it put away. I felt an urge to have the beds all made up in case the power goes out and anyone needs refuge. We charged up our devices, and the Sparrowhawk took the compost out. And now we await the Fimbulwinter! Frost giants, I defy you!
I called Madame, having decided I didn't really want to go out today, although it would have been quite feasible, since it had only snowed another inch or two. She said she was getting her blood drawn and would call me back. By the time she did, it was too late for me to pick her up anyway. I said I would come Monday instead. She seems resigned to this and at least enjoyed talking to me. She said she'll be "sitting on her rump" all weekend. As will I, I suppose, except when I sally forth to shovel some snow. We didn't really need to watch the weather forecast again, since we've already given up the idea of traveling. But we did anyway--indulging in that classic old people pastime of feeling Schadenfreude over the terrible weather we won't be driving into! It's similar to why people like disaster movies.
Dr. Music came and tuned our piano today--a meticulous and melodious plunking and twanging. I offered him a sandwich, but he had brought one from home. The piano sounded lovely when he took it for a post-tuning test run. I was happy to have the day off, but I can't say I did much with it. I did some bathroom cleaning and focused on getting all the laundry done, and most of it put away. I felt an urge to have the beds all made up in case the power goes out and anyone needs refuge. We charged up our devices, and the Sparrowhawk took the compost out. And now we await the Fimbulwinter! Frost giants, I defy you!
