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Nov. 20th, 2024 09:55 pmIt is my opinion that if a person is awake between 2 and 4 am, it's better not to know what time it is. To know that you're awake already and it's not even 4 am is one of those Lovecraftian horrors that should never fully surface in consciousness. It's a weight of horror too heavy for fragile human sanity to bear. Unfortunately, I did peek at the clock, so I knew.
Madame Day came with its little difficulties. Once again, she didn't answer the phone. I'm not sure if she was expecting me. When I showed up, she didn't respond to my knock. When I peeked inside, I saw that she was fussing with her hearing aid, trying to install a new battery. But she had taken it apart, so even when she put the earpiece in, she couldn't hear anything, because she had not connected it to the implant. I inquired by gestures if I could help, and she gladly turned it over to me. I figured out how to put it together, and then we could talk. She also needed to put on another layer of clothing to go out, and this was a bit complicated. She changed her shirt twice and wanted me to help her. I'm afraid she's losing her dignity when it comes to me. I no longer count as an outside person who should withdraw discreetly while she changes. I also needed to help her put her shoes on. So I got a good look at her swollen legs, and they do look uncomfortable. I hope they're doing something about this. Eventually we got going, and made our way through the rain to the car and then to the bookstore. On the bright side, she remembered her checkbook and was able to buy lunch. Triumph!
She was having a forgetful day. Sometimes she can't figure out what to eat and asks me what I'm having. If I get something she can eat--i.e. without meat or bread--she'll order the same. So I decided to get the black bean quesadilla. It was tasty, but didn't agree with my stomach. I took half of it home for the Sparrowhawk. She ordered the same and enjoyed it. I had to explain three times the difference between a latte and a cafe au lait--admittedly a bit technical--and she said she should write that down. I also told her my Thanksgiving plans, such as they are, three times. I'm glad she found that interesting! When I got home, I texted Mademoiselle, mainly because I wanted to suggest getting her mom some Kiziks like the Sparrowhawk has. They really look just like regular sneakers, but they're slip-ons. It's a lot easier than tying your shoes all the time.
The Sparrowhawk went to the gym, and called afterwards to say the car wouldn't start. He was half an hour away, and we only have the one car, so I couldn't go rescue him. He called Coach, who lives near the gym and kindly turned around and came back to help him out. He realized it was probably the battery in his key fob. Coach gave him a ride to the Ace Hardware five minutes away, where the nice young men who were just closing the doors let him in to buy a new battery. The car started and he came home! Again, triumph! On Monday when he went to the gym, he had to contend with unusual traffic and a torrential rainstorm. Tonight when he arrived safely, he said he'd had just about enough adventures for one week. I suggested maybe we should keep a spare battery in the car, and he was gratifyingly complimentary of my brilliance.
Madame Day came with its little difficulties. Once again, she didn't answer the phone. I'm not sure if she was expecting me. When I showed up, she didn't respond to my knock. When I peeked inside, I saw that she was fussing with her hearing aid, trying to install a new battery. But she had taken it apart, so even when she put the earpiece in, she couldn't hear anything, because she had not connected it to the implant. I inquired by gestures if I could help, and she gladly turned it over to me. I figured out how to put it together, and then we could talk. She also needed to put on another layer of clothing to go out, and this was a bit complicated. She changed her shirt twice and wanted me to help her. I'm afraid she's losing her dignity when it comes to me. I no longer count as an outside person who should withdraw discreetly while she changes. I also needed to help her put her shoes on. So I got a good look at her swollen legs, and they do look uncomfortable. I hope they're doing something about this. Eventually we got going, and made our way through the rain to the car and then to the bookstore. On the bright side, she remembered her checkbook and was able to buy lunch. Triumph!
She was having a forgetful day. Sometimes she can't figure out what to eat and asks me what I'm having. If I get something she can eat--i.e. without meat or bread--she'll order the same. So I decided to get the black bean quesadilla. It was tasty, but didn't agree with my stomach. I took half of it home for the Sparrowhawk. She ordered the same and enjoyed it. I had to explain three times the difference between a latte and a cafe au lait--admittedly a bit technical--and she said she should write that down. I also told her my Thanksgiving plans, such as they are, three times. I'm glad she found that interesting! When I got home, I texted Mademoiselle, mainly because I wanted to suggest getting her mom some Kiziks like the Sparrowhawk has. They really look just like regular sneakers, but they're slip-ons. It's a lot easier than tying your shoes all the time.
The Sparrowhawk went to the gym, and called afterwards to say the car wouldn't start. He was half an hour away, and we only have the one car, so I couldn't go rescue him. He called Coach, who lives near the gym and kindly turned around and came back to help him out. He realized it was probably the battery in his key fob. Coach gave him a ride to the Ace Hardware five minutes away, where the nice young men who were just closing the doors let him in to buy a new battery. The car started and he came home! Again, triumph! On Monday when he went to the gym, he had to contend with unusual traffic and a torrential rainstorm. Tonight when he arrived safely, he said he'd had just about enough adventures for one week. I suggested maybe we should keep a spare battery in the car, and he was gratifyingly complimentary of my brilliance.
