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WaterPipit of Trill
Mar. 25th, 2025 09:21 pmI haven't given the proper glory and appreciation to my amaryllis, which is blooming for the fifth or sixth time, in spite of the very casual attention I've given it. It's a SHOUT of brilliant red, announcing to the world that life and color will return. I bought it on sale, not knowing if it would bloom even once, and have received my money's worth a hundred times over. What a noble and generous plant!
I dreamed we were visiting in a technicolor version of Eastern Europe somewhere. Heaps of brightly colored windfall fruit lay along the roadsides, and at first glance it looked very attractive. The problem was that none of the fruit ever ripened. It wizened or rotted before it became edible. The Philosopher was staying with us, but announced abruptly that he had to go back to work, leaving immediately--a behavior that would not be out of character for him. This involved driving to Turkey in a very sketchy looking off-brand European car, with a Turkish friend whose looks I didn't like either. I was left wondering why I was still here, in a land without harvest. Ugh. Don't think I want to go there, metaphorically speaking.
I started the day on the wrong foot, by showing up at the eye doctor for a 9 am appointment that I had written on the calendar for today. It turned out they weren't expecting me until Friday. The appointment was made a year ago, and I suspect that what happened when I wrote it on the calendar was that I wrote down last year's date instead of this year's. Bah. I was too tired for the rest of the day. I put away a little laundry. We had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. I started the process of mulling the construction of a plot for another Princess of Mars novel. The sun was out, and I really wanted to go out and walk, but it was cold, and when it got right down to it, I couldn't do it. I had a sad little hissy fit about it and gave up.
Instead, I went and sat next to the Sparrowhawk and shared my blanket with him, and we listened to some recordings of The Professor reading aloud from his works. It's Tolkien Reading Day, as well as New Year's Day in Gondor. " . . . in Gondor the New Year will always now begin upon the twenty-fifth of March when Sauron fell, and when you [Sam and Frodo] were brought out of the fire to the King . . . ” Happy New Year to all!
I dreamed we were visiting in a technicolor version of Eastern Europe somewhere. Heaps of brightly colored windfall fruit lay along the roadsides, and at first glance it looked very attractive. The problem was that none of the fruit ever ripened. It wizened or rotted before it became edible. The Philosopher was staying with us, but announced abruptly that he had to go back to work, leaving immediately--a behavior that would not be out of character for him. This involved driving to Turkey in a very sketchy looking off-brand European car, with a Turkish friend whose looks I didn't like either. I was left wondering why I was still here, in a land without harvest. Ugh. Don't think I want to go there, metaphorically speaking.
I started the day on the wrong foot, by showing up at the eye doctor for a 9 am appointment that I had written on the calendar for today. It turned out they weren't expecting me until Friday. The appointment was made a year ago, and I suspect that what happened when I wrote it on the calendar was that I wrote down last year's date instead of this year's. Bah. I was too tired for the rest of the day. I put away a little laundry. We had a Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. I started the process of mulling the construction of a plot for another Princess of Mars novel. The sun was out, and I really wanted to go out and walk, but it was cold, and when it got right down to it, I couldn't do it. I had a sad little hissy fit about it and gave up.
Instead, I went and sat next to the Sparrowhawk and shared my blanket with him, and we listened to some recordings of The Professor reading aloud from his works. It's Tolkien Reading Day, as well as New Year's Day in Gondor. " . . . in Gondor the New Year will always now begin upon the twenty-fifth of March when Sauron fell, and when you [Sam and Frodo] were brought out of the fire to the King . . . ” Happy New Year to all!
