ForestPyre of Flourish
Sep. 6th, 2022 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoMy sleep last night consisted of a couple of naps separated by a long intervening period of wakefulness. Blah. And I couldn't sleep late because this was our first morning to have Bird Baby for a visit! We really only had her for about an hour and a half. She was absolutely charming throughout, although Dr. Nurse texted anxiously partway through the morning to express the hope that she wasn't being fussy. She had fallen asleep on the Sparrowhawk's shoulder by the time Dr. Nurse arrived to pick her up. We learned yesterday that the Duchess and Duke have bought a house half an hour west of here, closer to the lake--and of course, closer to their grandchild.
This was supposed to be the long-awaited Refrigerator Day, as well as grand-niece day. The appliance store called to inform us that they'd unboxed the desired device and found that it was, and I quote, "SMASHED." They said "Ooh, you wouldn't want it the way it is. It probably doesn't even work." They have to order another one from the warehouse and we can't have it until NEZT TUESDAY. Waaah. So I guess I'm going to have to put all the stuff back in the refrigerator and keep it running with ice packs and minimal use for another week . . . including the Sparrowhawk's birthday and a visit from the kids. Aaaghhh. I can't even. I don't even know how to manage this.
I'll have to figure it out tomorrow because I am grumpy and sleepy today. I put away all of yesterday's laundry. I wrote a TINY amount. I really need some days of massive output, but I'm not getting them. I grumbled to the Nonesuch that surely to goodness I must have already had all the interruptions and would not be interrupted today. In the middle of my writing time, the phone rang and it was a number from my father's home town, so I had to pick up. Lo and behold, it was my sole remaining aunt (by marriage), age NINETY-THREE, thanking me for the birthday card I mailed last month, which she had finally received. She informed me that she had a heart attack in May and had moved in with her daughter, and her mail had just caught up with her. She sounded pretty darn good for all that! Way better than my mother at her age. I should live so long. The refrigerator problem has also scotched our plan to go up north for a couple of days next week. We have to stay here for the new delivery time. But it doesn't really matter because it's going to RAIN for days anyway. La la la . . . .
This was supposed to be the long-awaited Refrigerator Day, as well as grand-niece day. The appliance store called to inform us that they'd unboxed the desired device and found that it was, and I quote, "SMASHED." They said "Ooh, you wouldn't want it the way it is. It probably doesn't even work." They have to order another one from the warehouse and we can't have it until NEZT TUESDAY. Waaah. So I guess I'm going to have to put all the stuff back in the refrigerator and keep it running with ice packs and minimal use for another week . . . including the Sparrowhawk's birthday and a visit from the kids. Aaaghhh. I can't even. I don't even know how to manage this.
I'll have to figure it out tomorrow because I am grumpy and sleepy today. I put away all of yesterday's laundry. I wrote a TINY amount. I really need some days of massive output, but I'm not getting them. I grumbled to the Nonesuch that surely to goodness I must have already had all the interruptions and would not be interrupted today. In the middle of my writing time, the phone rang and it was a number from my father's home town, so I had to pick up. Lo and behold, it was my sole remaining aunt (by marriage), age NINETY-THREE, thanking me for the birthday card I mailed last month, which she had finally received. She informed me that she had a heart attack in May and had moved in with her daughter, and her mail had just caught up with her. She sounded pretty darn good for all that! Way better than my mother at her age. I should live so long. The refrigerator problem has also scotched our plan to go up north for a couple of days next week. We have to stay here for the new delivery time. But it doesn't really matter because it's going to RAIN for days anyway. La la la . . . .
