ShootsPoke of Bluster
Mar. 3rd, 2022 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI made my annual pilgrimage to the dermatologist this morning. They have a new facility that I have never visited before. On the map app, there is no building, and no driveway, although there is a label saying the place exists.When I got there, however, there was a driveway, and signage, and a flag. Like one of those Arabian nights palaces that appear by magic when called for. The doctor asked me if I was doing anything this spring. I told him I'm writing a book. Like most people, his only knowledge of John Carter of Mars was via the movie. He asked me, "So are you a pretty good writer?" I wondered what he expected me to say. There's no accounting for the things people will say to writers. He took some of his valuable time to tell me about how he was disappointed in the last season of Game of Thrones. Ah well, when one is semi-nude having one's aging flesh checked for spots, it's just as well to have some topic of conversation. I am marked safe from skin cancer for another year.
When I got home, I kidnapped the Sparrowhawk from his piano practice, and we went to the bookstore to find a birthday card for the Philosopher. We picked a good one, looked at other shiny objects--the complete Lord of the Rings-inspired paintings of Donato Giancola, anyone?--and then came home, where I bedecked the card with washi tape and various stickers to communicate our undying love. The Sparrowhawk wrote some cards for cousins with birthdays and then took the lot to the mailbox and came back with some half and half, which we needed for our coffee.
We had pasties from the Farmers Market for dinner, so they only needed to be warmed up. But I needed vegetables, so we also had mushrooms, green beans, carrots and cabbage with dill and caraway--a recipe I invented and have cooked several times now because I like it--and salad adorned with sunflower seeds, raisins, and poppyseed dressing.
When I got home, I kidnapped the Sparrowhawk from his piano practice, and we went to the bookstore to find a birthday card for the Philosopher. We picked a good one, looked at other shiny objects--the complete Lord of the Rings-inspired paintings of Donato Giancola, anyone?--and then came home, where I bedecked the card with washi tape and various stickers to communicate our undying love. The Sparrowhawk wrote some cards for cousins with birthdays and then took the lot to the mailbox and came back with some half and half, which we needed for our coffee.
We had pasties from the Farmers Market for dinner, so they only needed to be warmed up. But I needed vegetables, so we also had mushrooms, green beans, carrots and cabbage with dill and caraway--a recipe I invented and have cooked several times now because I like it--and salad adorned with sunflower seeds, raisins, and poppyseed dressing.
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Date: 2022-03-04 02:42 pm (UTC)