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Lupine of Bloom
May. 13th, 2025 07:35 pmFile under "virtue is its own punishment": I tested myself again this morning, out of an abundance of caution, as they say. I have plenty of caution, for sure. I seriously had hopes that maybe the pink line would not appear this time. But it did. Argh. So today I spent time canceling three more things. I let Mademoiselle and her other helpers know that I would not be visiting her, once again. This was actually the proximate stimulus for me to test myself today instead of waiting until tomorrow. I wanted to give Madame's care team time to a visit from someone else, if possible.
I also let my women's group know I wouldn't be coming. Strawberry Star's husband is having chemo, and is also recovering from a heart procedure, so the last thing he needs is exposure to some very extra germs. I was sorry to miss this evening particularly, because we were going to celebrate Wood Elf's birthday. I was looking forward to celebrating her, and also, I may as well admit, the festive nachos we had planned.
The biggest disappointment was that I had to cancel getting together with my sisters tomorrow. Queenie is in Michigan, and the Duchess and I were going to meet her for lunch. It's a rare thing that all three of us can be together. I've been looking forward to it for weeks. However, the Duchess is going back to Pittsburgh on Friday to see Ms. Science again, and Queenie and the Fireman are on their way across the state to visit the grandchildren, so they really can't risk getting infected. The two of them will still get together, but not me. Not this time. I've been trying to stay cheerful, but at this point, I'm just disgusted and tired of missing everything.
The Sparrowhawk still tests negative, so that's really great. It's been a humid, drizzly day, and my back yard is drunk and running wild. The greenery cares nothing for my feeble wishes. The plants are asserting their primordial dominance, aided and abetted by the simpler life form, the virus. The tree frogs are LOUD. They're trilling away like opera stars. My tree peony in the front yard is blooming exuberantly, in spite of being downtrodden by workmen last summer. Its scarlet, pink, and white striped blossoms are the most delicious possible treat.
I also let my women's group know I wouldn't be coming. Strawberry Star's husband is having chemo, and is also recovering from a heart procedure, so the last thing he needs is exposure to some very extra germs. I was sorry to miss this evening particularly, because we were going to celebrate Wood Elf's birthday. I was looking forward to celebrating her, and also, I may as well admit, the festive nachos we had planned.
The biggest disappointment was that I had to cancel getting together with my sisters tomorrow. Queenie is in Michigan, and the Duchess and I were going to meet her for lunch. It's a rare thing that all three of us can be together. I've been looking forward to it for weeks. However, the Duchess is going back to Pittsburgh on Friday to see Ms. Science again, and Queenie and the Fireman are on their way across the state to visit the grandchildren, so they really can't risk getting infected. The two of them will still get together, but not me. Not this time. I've been trying to stay cheerful, but at this point, I'm just disgusted and tired of missing everything.
The Sparrowhawk still tests negative, so that's really great. It's been a humid, drizzly day, and my back yard is drunk and running wild. The greenery cares nothing for my feeble wishes. The plants are asserting their primordial dominance, aided and abetted by the simpler life form, the virus. The tree frogs are LOUD. They're trilling away like opera stars. My tree peony in the front yard is blooming exuberantly, in spite of being downtrodden by workmen last summer. Its scarlet, pink, and white striped blossoms are the most delicious possible treat.
