Boar of Shadow
Oct. 6th, 2021 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoA horrid night of much stomach pain--like, maybe two hours of it in the middle of the night. Very thankful to be able to go back to sleep again, finally. I got up kind of late, considering that I had an appointment with Madame to have lunch at the nice little restaurant by the lake. She wanted to meet early, at 11, when it opens, and I didn't mind that at all. But I had to hustle to get there. The Sparrowhawk gave me a cup of tea, which settled my tummy somewhat. It was a damp, grey, cool day--too chilly for Madame to want to sit out on the deck, which is really the nicest part of the restaurant. But there's a glassed-in room right next to the deck that's almost as nice and much warmer. Madame herself looked very nice today. It was kind of poignant to see her all dressed up, in an elegant white jacket with silver jewelry, nicely coiffed, all for lunch with me. She said she'd decided to dress up because she doesn't go out much any more. Again, I THOUGHT I'd dressed up, in my red shirt, red earrings, and my pants with stars embroidered on them. But all that does not amount to elegance. It's a lot of work to have lunch with someone who is almost completely deaf and is lip-reading most of the time, but I've had a lot of practice so I'm better at it than most. We had a nice time, the lake view was delightful, and I managed to eat half of my angel hair pasta with a tasty broth without upsetting the system any worse than it already was. I took the rest home for the Sparrowhawk, who enjoyed it later.
Before leaving for lunch, I had already fielded a phone call from my friend in MN. More problems with the husband. Going through this with my father enables me to understand how hard this is. She's just getting slammed with bad news. I listened. And then before hanging up, I said I'd tell her a funny story, which I think I forgot to tell here. We were in church the other day, and before the service started, a rather portly older woman in front of us uttered a muffled exclamation of alarm and started looking around her at the floor. She was unable to get down there far enough to see much. I asked sotto voce what she had lost, and she said she had dropped her ring. I was just able to get down on my knees and squeeze in between the pews to peer at the floor around me. I soon located her ring. I had a sudden, almost irresistible urge to shriek "My Preciousssss!" as I held it up triumphantly. I did resist, though. Too bad--I bet that would have been one trip to church that people would have remembered. Hearing about it gave Cee a much needed belly laugh, though, so well worth it.
The Duchess sent me a recipe from our mother's Farm Journal Cookbook for green tomato pickles. It sounds yummy. She, of course, knows how to can things, and I've never done anything but jam. It's tempting, though. I could just freeze them instead???
I finished off the comics, and am now facing the somewhat daunting task of re-reading the ERB Barsoom books so I can come up with ideas for a plot concerning Dejah Thoris. Fortunately, I have access to the Nonesuch, who is a compendium of knowledge on these matters. No doubt I'll pester him with many questions. My stomach seems better, and I'm hoping I'll actually sleep tonight.
Before leaving for lunch, I had already fielded a phone call from my friend in MN. More problems with the husband. Going through this with my father enables me to understand how hard this is. She's just getting slammed with bad news. I listened. And then before hanging up, I said I'd tell her a funny story, which I think I forgot to tell here. We were in church the other day, and before the service started, a rather portly older woman in front of us uttered a muffled exclamation of alarm and started looking around her at the floor. She was unable to get down there far enough to see much. I asked sotto voce what she had lost, and she said she had dropped her ring. I was just able to get down on my knees and squeeze in between the pews to peer at the floor around me. I soon located her ring. I had a sudden, almost irresistible urge to shriek "My Preciousssss!" as I held it up triumphantly. I did resist, though. Too bad--I bet that would have been one trip to church that people would have remembered. Hearing about it gave Cee a much needed belly laugh, though, so well worth it.
The Duchess sent me a recipe from our mother's Farm Journal Cookbook for green tomato pickles. It sounds yummy. She, of course, knows how to can things, and I've never done anything but jam. It's tempting, though. I could just freeze them instead???
I finished off the comics, and am now facing the somewhat daunting task of re-reading the ERB Barsoom books so I can come up with ideas for a plot concerning Dejah Thoris. Fortunately, I have access to the Nonesuch, who is a compendium of knowledge on these matters. No doubt I'll pester him with many questions. My stomach seems better, and I'm hoping I'll actually sleep tonight.
<i>I listened.</i>
Date: 2021-10-07 07:08 am (UTC)i wish you *had* recreeated the gollum scene in church. they'd be getting new members for years on the strength of it.
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Date: 2021-10-07 06:50 pm (UTC)You can also think of outfits for Dejah Thoris. Like, ones that cover things.