TeaselBurr of Flourish

Madame Day! I took her to the bookstore cafe for the first time in awhile, and she did really well in terms of motivating to the car with her walker, getting in and out, and so forth. I put her shoes and socks on for her, something that I just find particularly heartbreaking for some reason. I was glad to see that her ankles are less swollen than they were last time. We spent a lot of time talking about her ongoing realization that her parents are dead. She keeps rediscovering this, and it's always a rude shock. This, too, is very sad. Then I told her six or eight times where she is living right now. Every time, she would ask me again after five minutes or so. And everything took a very long time, so I was late getting home. Even when things go well, it wears me out.

So then I was kind of useless for the rest of the afternoon. We're still eating the barbecued chicken thighs I made yesterday, so I didn't have to cook. When the Sparrowhawk took his little pre-gym nap, I consented to lie down too. I just wanted to sleep and sleep, but that's when the Philosopher got back to us with some suggestions for how to make things Aquinas-friendly, so he was texting a lot. And Mademoiselle also started texting me to hear how the day went with her mom. So I was awake, and probably just as well.

I continued trying to clean out the bathroom closet, making sure to move everything potentially harmful WAY out of reach, even though I doubt Aquinas will be able to climb up the stairs. These are things one gets careless about when it's just two old people. This will only take a jiffy, I thought. I'll throw out a few things we don't need, move the medications to a higher shelf, and it will all be fine. Yeah . . . that worked fine with the dental things and the soap. All very nice. Then I moved on to the next shelf and . . . omg. There was stuff up there that I swear I never saw in my life. There are more things in heaven and earth, and your bathroom closet, than are dreamt of in your philosophy!! I hauled everything out and then just stared at it, feeling completely overwhelmed. When the Sparrowhawk came back from the gym, I implored him to help me. He requested two garbage bags and made things vanish. He's my hero. Even though he might just possibly be the guy who put some of those things there in the first place . . . I don't care as long as he banished them again.

We told Tron that the Philosopher was coming, in case she might be able to come for the day. But she has too much on her plate, and not enough spoons for dishing it all out. It's the beginning of the semester already! Crickets sing beside the trail . . . . A crescent moon is golden in the western sky.