Pipistrelle of Flourish
Aug. 3rd, 2021 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI got a more reasonable amount of sleep last night, and had a plan for the day: run to the grocery store, mix up the bread dough, take a quick shower, and be home and in place for a scheduled chat via text. A monkey wrench appeared in the form of a phone call just as I was going out the door. It was from Master J in Kansas, and since she's partially laid up with a wrenched knee, I thought it best to talk to her and provide some amusement. Besides, they have such bad phone reception that you never know if you'll be able to call her back! I then managed the grocery shopping, in a rush, and the chat, but not the other things.
I bought take-and-bake pizza for dinner, which turned out to be a good thing. Before dinner, we walked over to the polling place, in a nearby church, to vote. There was only one proposal, a school millage. It was apparently of little concern to the town, since at around 5 pm, we were voters #54 and #55. On the way home, we ran into a couple of neighbors who saw us going down the street and invited us into their back yard for a glass of wine. They showed us around their lovely garden, which I must say caused me to scuffle off home feeling mortified at the state of my own.
We got email from the Diva. Alas, it was to say that after all, she had consulted her family, and it turned out that they all had things to do and they would not be able to visit after all. She's taking care of some long-delayed personal care things in the interval between jobs, which is as it should be. Sigh. I feared it was too good to be true, but the anticipation was like buying a lottery ticket--it provided a few days in which to daydream. "In dreams, a king; but waking, no such matter."
I bought take-and-bake pizza for dinner, which turned out to be a good thing. Before dinner, we walked over to the polling place, in a nearby church, to vote. There was only one proposal, a school millage. It was apparently of little concern to the town, since at around 5 pm, we were voters #54 and #55. On the way home, we ran into a couple of neighbors who saw us going down the street and invited us into their back yard for a glass of wine. They showed us around their lovely garden, which I must say caused me to scuffle off home feeling mortified at the state of my own.
We got email from the Diva. Alas, it was to say that after all, she had consulted her family, and it turned out that they all had things to do and they would not be able to visit after all. She's taking care of some long-delayed personal care things in the interval between jobs, which is as it should be. Sigh. I feared it was too good to be true, but the anticipation was like buying a lottery ticket--it provided a few days in which to daydream. "In dreams, a king; but waking, no such matter."
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Date: 2021-08-04 06:46 pm (UTC)