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Jan. 9th, 2025 10:01 pmThe Sparrowhawk went to his delayed speech therapy appointment this morning. He missed the original one last week, because that was the day the car wouldn't start. It turned out to be serendipitous, because today's therapist had specialized knowledge of his specific problems that last week's therapist wouldn't have had. They want him to embark on a fairly extensive series of appointments. Meanwhile, I was at home, trying to clean up some more things, and running into more Things whose disposal must be considered. I didn't make as much progress as I had hoped.
There was just enough time when he returned for me to make a trip to the grocery store. Not that it really matters. The only things I really needed were jello, bouillon cubes, and apple juice, for the Sparrowhawk is having the dread colonoscopy tomorrow and must have a clear liquid diet. I didn't do any cooking, except for preparing the jello. I myself subsisted on leftovers. My stomach is giving me all kinds of misery right now, so I can't get enthusiastic about food anyway. The Sparrowhawk is a little bit more fragile than he used to be. Fasting is hard on him, and I anxiously try to make sure he is hydrating, and pile blankets on him to ward off the chills.
He's watching the Disney Mr. Toad animation. I misled everyone the other day when I said we'd watched the Disney Wind in the Willows already. I thought he told me that's what it was, but I was mistaken. I had been marveling that Disney had ever employed such a sensitive touch! And rightly so, for it wasn't Disney at all! It was the 1995 British animation. I might as well correct my other recent mistake while I'm at it: the 8th was not, of course, the 10th anniversary of my father's death, but the 11th. Because it's 2025 now, duh.
There was just enough time when he returned for me to make a trip to the grocery store. Not that it really matters. The only things I really needed were jello, bouillon cubes, and apple juice, for the Sparrowhawk is having the dread colonoscopy tomorrow and must have a clear liquid diet. I didn't do any cooking, except for preparing the jello. I myself subsisted on leftovers. My stomach is giving me all kinds of misery right now, so I can't get enthusiastic about food anyway. The Sparrowhawk is a little bit more fragile than he used to be. Fasting is hard on him, and I anxiously try to make sure he is hydrating, and pile blankets on him to ward off the chills.
He's watching the Disney Mr. Toad animation. I misled everyone the other day when I said we'd watched the Disney Wind in the Willows already. I thought he told me that's what it was, but I was mistaken. I had been marveling that Disney had ever employed such a sensitive touch! And rightly so, for it wasn't Disney at all! It was the 1995 British animation. I might as well correct my other recent mistake while I'm at it: the 8th was not, of course, the 10th anniversary of my father's death, but the 11th. Because it's 2025 now, duh.
