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FrozenSeas of Celeste
Jan. 5th, 2026 08:10 pmThis morning, the sky was clear and the sun could actually be seen in its rising, far off to the south. The waning moon stood high in the western sky. Just a couple of hours later, the veil of cloud was drawn again. When I stuck my nose out the door for a sniff of the air, I felt the moisture in it, heralding a rise in the temperature. The birds were chirping and singing more hopefully than they have in the past couple of weeks. I was still not brave enough to go barefoot down the still-icy driveway to get the paper. I borrowed the Sparrowhawk's handy slip-on shoes.
It wasn't the best of days. Some near and dear people are having problems, of which obviously the less said the better on my part. I didn't have my usual conversation with Queenie, because she is busy with some aspects of this. I did have a brief call with her later in the day, which was nice except that it revealed she was at a clinic getting antibiotics for her own health problem. These things are worrisome to me. We were going to attend a meeting tonight, but it was too far from here, after dark, in a place unknown to us, and the Sparrowhawk was having an unusually off off-day. He didn't even go to his usual gym session. We got takeout and hunkered down. I'm not at my best, either.
Tomorrow I have to get another mammogram AND an ultrasound. I'm pretty sure this is because of that stoopid questionnaire I had to fill out, whereby they found out I have a daughter with breast cancer. This is making them extra cautious. They did this two years ago, too, and whatever they thought they were looking for turned out to be an artifact of the process. It's disheartening.
On the bright side, my pork stew with leeks and vegetables turned out acceptably, and I got a few compliments. Including one from a friend who said that she would have liked to eat everything that was in the pan and then lick the pan. She added that everyone else at her table agreed with her. I don't think it was quite THAT good, but okay. I'll take it.
It wasn't the best of days. Some near and dear people are having problems, of which obviously the less said the better on my part. I didn't have my usual conversation with Queenie, because she is busy with some aspects of this. I did have a brief call with her later in the day, which was nice except that it revealed she was at a clinic getting antibiotics for her own health problem. These things are worrisome to me. We were going to attend a meeting tonight, but it was too far from here, after dark, in a place unknown to us, and the Sparrowhawk was having an unusually off off-day. He didn't even go to his usual gym session. We got takeout and hunkered down. I'm not at my best, either.
Tomorrow I have to get another mammogram AND an ultrasound. I'm pretty sure this is because of that stoopid questionnaire I had to fill out, whereby they found out I have a daughter with breast cancer. This is making them extra cautious. They did this two years ago, too, and whatever they thought they were looking for turned out to be an artifact of the process. It's disheartening.
On the bright side, my pork stew with leeks and vegetables turned out acceptably, and I got a few compliments. Including one from a friend who said that she would have liked to eat everything that was in the pan and then lick the pan. She added that everyone else at her table agreed with her. I don't think it was quite THAT good, but okay. I'll take it.
