WhitetailDoe of Ember
Dec. 4th, 2017 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoLast night, I was in bed for nine hours, which is what it takes to get almost eight hours of sleep. I felt more energetic than usual as a result, and ran around doing things all day, but still ended up feeling as if I hadn't accomplished much. Either I'm not moving fast enough, or there isn't enough time, which I suppose is one version of the problem of faster than light travel.
My father's former student, the one who is working on and off at creating an edited volume of my father's letters, texted me to say that he wanted to stop by my mother's place tomorrow, since he'd be down there on business. He kindly asked if there was anything I would like to send with him. I'll probably be seeing her next week, but there's no reason for her to wait when he's willing to serve as errand boy. So I went out and bought her the toothpaste she likes, a new lipstick in her preferred color, and some Aquaphor, which is a special soothing lotion she uses on her fragile skin. I baked two kinds of cookies for her. Mr. Former Student stopped by and picked up the bags. I hinted that there might be extra cookies if there were anyone at his home who liked cookies, and he jumped at the chance, so I fixed him a plate to take home.
I finally got out the Advent calendars--which we reuse because I'm fond of the ones we have and don't want to replace them. Our memory is not so keen that we remember all the pictures from year to year, so it's still a surprise when we open the doors. Although once the pictures are revealed, I do sometimes think, "Ah yes, there's that mouse playing a fiddle--I remember that one!" We have two traditional wall calendars, populated by children, angels, and elves, a Tasha Tudor village full of corgis and other cute animals, and an educational wildlife calendar whose snowy white windows reveal things like beavers and salamanders getting ready for winter. Tonight the wind is whistling around the house as the long-promised cold front arrives, and perhaps there will be snow showers tomorrow. If I were a beaver, I'd be storing sticks underwater so I could eat them when snowbound. I have to make do with some peanut butter and butterscotch cookies and the remnants of a roast chicken instead.
My father's former student, the one who is working on and off at creating an edited volume of my father's letters, texted me to say that he wanted to stop by my mother's place tomorrow, since he'd be down there on business. He kindly asked if there was anything I would like to send with him. I'll probably be seeing her next week, but there's no reason for her to wait when he's willing to serve as errand boy. So I went out and bought her the toothpaste she likes, a new lipstick in her preferred color, and some Aquaphor, which is a special soothing lotion she uses on her fragile skin. I baked two kinds of cookies for her. Mr. Former Student stopped by and picked up the bags. I hinted that there might be extra cookies if there were anyone at his home who liked cookies, and he jumped at the chance, so I fixed him a plate to take home.
I finally got out the Advent calendars--which we reuse because I'm fond of the ones we have and don't want to replace them. Our memory is not so keen that we remember all the pictures from year to year, so it's still a surprise when we open the doors. Although once the pictures are revealed, I do sometimes think, "Ah yes, there's that mouse playing a fiddle--I remember that one!" We have two traditional wall calendars, populated by children, angels, and elves, a Tasha Tudor village full of corgis and other cute animals, and an educational wildlife calendar whose snowy white windows reveal things like beavers and salamanders getting ready for winter. Tonight the wind is whistling around the house as the long-promised cold front arrives, and perhaps there will be snow showers tomorrow. If I were a beaver, I'd be storing sticks underwater so I could eat them when snowbound. I have to make do with some peanut butter and butterscotch cookies and the remnants of a roast chicken instead.
