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Oct. 7th, 2024 10:11 pmSpent a couple of hours on the phone with Queenie. She and the Fireman are smack in the middle of the hurricane path. They are both emergency responders--the Fireman, obviously, and Queenie has done typhoon relief on a tropical island, before they both worked for the Red Cross. So they know the drill. I still wish they could evacuate, but the Fireman cannot, because it's his job to be on duty for crisis management where he works, and she doesn't want to leave him. I will keep in touch until their power goes out.
After that, I bumbled around doing this and that for awhile. Unfortunately, I started thinking too much about the past, and ended up listening to some Warren Zevon songs in an effort to cheer up. This gives some clue as to my state of mind. I went out in the back yard but accomplished nothing. The Sparrowhawk was away most of the day. First he counted the money at church, as is his wont. Then he picked up a friend whose car was in the shop and had lunch with him. They he ran errands and went to his dermatology appointment. As he said, he had an adventurous day. Visiting the auto shop, the grocery store, and the doctor's office constitutes adventure for a 74 year old. He also went to the gym, and when he got home, we had a meeting of our Zoom book club. One member, who is a doctor, surprised us by being on the mend from covid--again. She said this was the worst bout she'd had since the very early days. She took Paxlovid and everything, but still got slammed.
I pulled myself together enough to make us some cheeseburgers, green beans and baked potatoes for dinner. Not very imaginative, but good.
The Duke and Duchess are on their way to the UP to meet Ms. Science. The Duchess texted that she has "a cooler full of delicious dinners and fresh homemade bread, homemade blueberry jam and green tomato pickles." If that doesn't fix up Ms. Science, nothing will. I wish I could go--or maybe it's more that I'm indignant that I'm not as indomitable as I used to be--but when I think about it, my body still says NO. I used to be able to enforce my will, but I cannot. I got overambitious yesterday, and my joints gave me hell for it last night. My thoughts are with family for all the different reasons.
After that, I bumbled around doing this and that for awhile. Unfortunately, I started thinking too much about the past, and ended up listening to some Warren Zevon songs in an effort to cheer up. This gives some clue as to my state of mind. I went out in the back yard but accomplished nothing. The Sparrowhawk was away most of the day. First he counted the money at church, as is his wont. Then he picked up a friend whose car was in the shop and had lunch with him. They he ran errands and went to his dermatology appointment. As he said, he had an adventurous day. Visiting the auto shop, the grocery store, and the doctor's office constitutes adventure for a 74 year old. He also went to the gym, and when he got home, we had a meeting of our Zoom book club. One member, who is a doctor, surprised us by being on the mend from covid--again. She said this was the worst bout she'd had since the very early days. She took Paxlovid and everything, but still got slammed.
I pulled myself together enough to make us some cheeseburgers, green beans and baked potatoes for dinner. Not very imaginative, but good.
The Duke and Duchess are on their way to the UP to meet Ms. Science. The Duchess texted that she has "a cooler full of delicious dinners and fresh homemade bread, homemade blueberry jam and green tomato pickles." If that doesn't fix up Ms. Science, nothing will. I wish I could go--or maybe it's more that I'm indignant that I'm not as indomitable as I used to be--but when I think about it, my body still says NO. I used to be able to enforce my will, but I cannot. I got overambitious yesterday, and my joints gave me hell for it last night. My thoughts are with family for all the different reasons.
