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RockCrag of Ember
Nov. 16th, 2024 08:41 pmInstead of making sauerkraut this morning, I took an extra nap. This enabled me to sit around a lot, but in a better state than I would have on not enough sleep, and later to go to church and afterwards warm up some leftovers for dinner. At church, they took down the book in which we wrote the names of our beloved dead, which has been sitting up front all month, and carried it away while the choir sang "In Paradisum." This made the Sparrowhawk and me both cry. People are close to my mind right now. Sometimes I think that being sick for so long has something to do with grief as well as viruses. Of course, the problem is that I can't grieve while I'm sick, because I can't actually think about anything except "That hurts--make it stop!!"
My used copy of "The Big Golden Book of Poetry" came in the mail. I loved this book as a child. I had a copy that my parents gave the Philosopher when he was a baby, and I gave it to him for Aquinas. I thought I had a spare copy, but I guess I must have given that one to someone as well. Used copies cost a lot! But I found one that was slightly less exorbitant and sent for it. I have many happy memories of my father reading us this book.
We missed seeing the last full moon of the year, because there were so many clouds. Typical. Now we've passed into the phase of Ember--that mysterious season when all fires burn low and the land lies waiting. I might actually be getting better, she said hopefully. We'll see how it goes tomorrow morning.
Edited to add: Of course, there IS another full moon coming up in December! I haven't lost my marbles quite to that extent. I meant to say that this was the last of the four supermoon full moons. . . .
My used copy of "The Big Golden Book of Poetry" came in the mail. I loved this book as a child. I had a copy that my parents gave the Philosopher when he was a baby, and I gave it to him for Aquinas. I thought I had a spare copy, but I guess I must have given that one to someone as well. Used copies cost a lot! But I found one that was slightly less exorbitant and sent for it. I have many happy memories of my father reading us this book.
We missed seeing the last full moon of the year, because there were so many clouds. Typical. Now we've passed into the phase of Ember--that mysterious season when all fires burn low and the land lies waiting. I might actually be getting better, she said hopefully. We'll see how it goes tomorrow morning.
Edited to add: Of course, there IS another full moon coming up in December! I haven't lost my marbles quite to that extent. I meant to say that this was the last of the four supermoon full moons. . . .
