FlameScape of Simmer

[ismo]

Three years ago today, I was down in the river country in Illinois, burying my mother. I persistently think it was four years ago, but after counting on my fingers I know it was only three. It seems like forever. I called Queenie because I knew she'd be having similar thoughts. Both of us, in fact, had a horribly cranky day yesterday, but I was better today. She was better today too, except for the time she spent at her doctor's office. He is a quack who should not be practicing and has to have his arm twisted to do the simplest things, so it would make anyone mad, even if they still had a mother.

The Sparrowhawk went to the gym this morning, and I put away laundry and gave the bathroom a slapdash cleaning. (I'm NOT going to say "a lick and a promise" where toilets are involved--even though I know that a "lick" in this usage really means more like a dab, a dash, or a smart blow.) We had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian. Then I started trying to work, but that's when Queenie got home from the doctor and called me back. I cooked dinner: frittata with mushrooms, spinach and ricotta pierogis, steamed broccoli. The Sparrowhawk went to his book club. I cleaned up the kitchen, ordered a couple of clothing items I need, and did a little more work. The end. Sigh. I hope I actually do some work tomorrow, or I will get behind again.L

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anniversaries sneak up on you

[siriosa]

but the body remembers, bless it.

(the entire end of june and the first week of july i'm generally in a fugue state, and when i complain about it my lovely wife very gently reminds me. oh. right. that. got it.)

all the hugs. may you be full of inspiration, and the will to type it out (or write it down, whatever works for you).

[oracne]

I'm glad you made it through that difficult anniversary.