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Jan. 26th, 2022 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI had to bustle around somewhat early today, because I was scheduled to meet Madame at the bookstore for lunch. I tried to do a bit of tidying, because Mr. Dr. Nurse was coming to give the Sparrowhawk a music lesson. I think I'm going to change his name and call him Dr. Music from now on! He has his own specialty. The Sparrowhawk used up another test stick and--cue heavenly trumpets--tested negative. I got to the bookstore a little early, and bought a couple of birthday cards and a book I wanted, called Mending Life. I hope I'll actually use it . . . so far, my aspirations to mend things this year haven't happened. Then Madame and I had a LONG lunchtime chat. She is making up her mind to retire, and I think feels very isolated as she contemplates this. I told her that this is my biggest obstacle every day, too: feeling that nothing I do matters any more. Each time I set out to do something, I have to brace up and create a reason for still trying, like a shield I hold up against the Medusa-face of meaninglessness. Yeah, I didn't say that last part because people can find my metaphors intimidating. Anyway, it was a long chat and kinda sapped my energy, not least because I got awful heartburn from my modest lunch of soup and half a sandwich.
It was snowing prettily as I drove home past the frozen lake, where a few intrepid souls have put up their ice-fishing shacks again. The birthday-ing continued with the arrival of the mail. It contained a beautiful card from the Philosopher and the Lovely Friend, as well as a package of souvenirs from Switzerland that they had thoughtfully wrapped up as belated Christmas gifts. The Sparrowhawk got a pocket omni-tool that fits into his wallet, and I got a beautiful red and white silk scarf, with mountain scenes done in cut-paper style. We also received some very delicious-looking Swiss chocolates.
The Sparrowhawk went back to the gym for the first time. I finally did some laundry, as the clean clothes situation was nearing a critical point, and did some administrative tasks. Like answering email from my brother, Mr. Science, who plans to come and see us in a week or so. That will be delightful! He spent THREE WEEKS living in his late mother-in-law's condo with his wife, her two sisters, and their husbands. Holy smokes. I can't wait to hear about how he managed to keep his head from exploding. They are all fine people, but that's like the Navy Seal endurance test for family tolerance.
It was snowing prettily as I drove home past the frozen lake, where a few intrepid souls have put up their ice-fishing shacks again. The birthday-ing continued with the arrival of the mail. It contained a beautiful card from the Philosopher and the Lovely Friend, as well as a package of souvenirs from Switzerland that they had thoughtfully wrapped up as belated Christmas gifts. The Sparrowhawk got a pocket omni-tool that fits into his wallet, and I got a beautiful red and white silk scarf, with mountain scenes done in cut-paper style. We also received some very delicious-looking Swiss chocolates.
The Sparrowhawk went back to the gym for the first time. I finally did some laundry, as the clean clothes situation was nearing a critical point, and did some administrative tasks. Like answering email from my brother, Mr. Science, who plans to come and see us in a week or so. That will be delightful! He spent THREE WEEKS living in his late mother-in-law's condo with his wife, her two sisters, and their husbands. Holy smokes. I can't wait to hear about how he managed to keep his head from exploding. They are all fine people, but that's like the Navy Seal endurance test for family tolerance.
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Date: 2022-01-27 03:11 pm (UTC)I need to recover from long, supportive talks with friends as well.