Willet of Ember
Dec. 11th, 2017 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI have to take back my comment about Unitarian Christmas not being inspiring. Apparently it inspired the Sparrowhawk. He was actually tearing up as he drove me home from church. The kids were cute, the congregation was enthusiastic, and the music part was fun. It was also fun to see my musician friends in their elf garb, with all the variations on red and green hats, collars, socks, and other accessories. However, I had been up since 4 am, when I stopped sleeping for unknown reasons, and I'd been at church for three hours, so I was exhausted. I had a bite to eat. We went for a walk in the snow, and then took a nap. I also talked to Mr. Science on the phone about Christmas arrangements, and who is bringing what food items. We seem to be pretty well organized this year. Of course, I still have to actually prepare the food, not just imagine how nice it will be. The Sparrowhawk is downstairs adding more rum to the fruitcake, so there's at least one thing already done.
I've been worried about my mother, and having sad memories of my father, and this has no doubt contributed to the gloom, exacerbated by not sleeping. I'm really looking forward to the solstice, because then at least I can tell myself the sun is on its way! It's less than two weeks away. I think I'll make it. The Duchess is taking Mother to the hematologist tomorrow, to consult about why her platelet count is so low. I was scheduled to take Mother for a revisit with her PCP about her neck pain on Friday. The Duchess unexpectedly offered to do it herself if the weather wasn't good. While feeling somewhat guilty, I'm more and more inclined to take her up on it. I'll be going down there on the 22nd--do I really want to make yet another round trip only a week before that? NO I do not. And I think it's almost certain to be snowing on Friday. This is western Michigan in December, after all. Clear days are a rarity.
Today, I actually went back to working on my book editing. We took a walk just at dusk, and enjoyed the neighbors' Christmas lights. I ordered a couple of gifts for friends. So I'm once again pursuing some aspects of my strategy to not be depressed. 1. Work on some writing 2. Get some exercise 3. Get something done, in this case, something Christmas-related. The most important item would be to SLEEP but this is not under my control. Fickle Morpheus is on vacation on the summer side of the planet and visits me no more. I see him surfing with flashy sunglasses on, his curly dark locks flowing in the sea wind. His skin is a blue-white shade, like Krishna's, so you'd think he would burn, but he never does. He carries his own dusk around with him and the sun can't touch him. Maybe he'll come back some evening and bring me a little box of dreams from the far side of the world.
I've been worried about my mother, and having sad memories of my father, and this has no doubt contributed to the gloom, exacerbated by not sleeping. I'm really looking forward to the solstice, because then at least I can tell myself the sun is on its way! It's less than two weeks away. I think I'll make it. The Duchess is taking Mother to the hematologist tomorrow, to consult about why her platelet count is so low. I was scheduled to take Mother for a revisit with her PCP about her neck pain on Friday. The Duchess unexpectedly offered to do it herself if the weather wasn't good. While feeling somewhat guilty, I'm more and more inclined to take her up on it. I'll be going down there on the 22nd--do I really want to make yet another round trip only a week before that? NO I do not. And I think it's almost certain to be snowing on Friday. This is western Michigan in December, after all. Clear days are a rarity.
Today, I actually went back to working on my book editing. We took a walk just at dusk, and enjoyed the neighbors' Christmas lights. I ordered a couple of gifts for friends. So I'm once again pursuing some aspects of my strategy to not be depressed. 1. Work on some writing 2. Get some exercise 3. Get something done, in this case, something Christmas-related. The most important item would be to SLEEP but this is not under my control. Fickle Morpheus is on vacation on the summer side of the planet and visits me no more. I see him surfing with flashy sunglasses on, his curly dark locks flowing in the sea wind. His skin is a blue-white shade, like Krishna's, so you'd think he would burn, but he never does. He carries his own dusk around with him and the sun can't touch him. Maybe he'll come back some evening and bring me a little box of dreams from the far side of the world.
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Date: 2017-12-12 02:01 pm (UTC)