SnappingTurtle of Bloom
Jun. 8th, 2021 10:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIt makes me a bit nervous that it stays light so long these days! I keep looking out the window and thinking "Wait! It's still daylight! Ought I not to be out doing something?" I was out this morning to visit Madame the therapist. I was startled to discover that the city is tearing up her street for resurfacing. I learned this when I saw a car unexpectedly going the wrong way in my lane. I was perturbed by his error until I realized that the flagman a little way down the road TOLD him to drive in the wrong lane, because the other one was occupied by asphalt trucks. I ended up having to turn around (though I stayed in the correct lane) and go around to the other end of her street and approach from the opposite direction. I love how they never put up any signage about these things. Then you might know what was going on, and that would spoil the surprise.
Madame herself is not in good form. Her hip replacement surgery is next week, and I'm glad she'll finally be getting it done. She is looking more and more frail. I hope she has a good recovery and will be able to walk again. I know it's not strictly according to protocol to develop a tender concern for one's therapist, but I can't help it. "Human being is so pitiful," as the ancient meditation teacher in Bones of the Master put it.
When I got home, the Sparrowhawk suggested going for a walk--not because he wanted to, I'm sure, but because he knows I get cranky without exercise. I was already cranky, and the morning was literally steamy, with a damp, overly warm fog rising from the ground, so I growled "No, I don't wanna." However, later on I thought better of it and we went. It definitely was too hot, though. And it gave me an opportunity to gaze upon the weeds and grass and note how every damn thing that I don't want to be lush and vigorous IS, whereas my tomato plants are languishing and will probably die. Phooey.
I completed the proofreading job I've been putting off. At least, I think I did. When I do these things via edits on Google Drive, I always wonder if anyone will really see them, or if they will vanish again. So, one or two things were done in spite of not wanting to.
Madame herself is not in good form. Her hip replacement surgery is next week, and I'm glad she'll finally be getting it done. She is looking more and more frail. I hope she has a good recovery and will be able to walk again. I know it's not strictly according to protocol to develop a tender concern for one's therapist, but I can't help it. "Human being is so pitiful," as the ancient meditation teacher in Bones of the Master put it.
When I got home, the Sparrowhawk suggested going for a walk--not because he wanted to, I'm sure, but because he knows I get cranky without exercise. I was already cranky, and the morning was literally steamy, with a damp, overly warm fog rising from the ground, so I growled "No, I don't wanna." However, later on I thought better of it and we went. It definitely was too hot, though. And it gave me an opportunity to gaze upon the weeds and grass and note how every damn thing that I don't want to be lush and vigorous IS, whereas my tomato plants are languishing and will probably die. Phooey.
I completed the proofreading job I've been putting off. At least, I think I did. When I do these things via edits on Google Drive, I always wonder if anyone will really see them, or if they will vanish again. So, one or two things were done in spite of not wanting to.
