WindBrew of Leave
Oct. 8th, 2022 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWe have a special term around here: when something happens that seems tragic and has a lot of drama, but actually is pretty funny in retrospect, and no puppies were harmed during the making of this drama, we call it "Twagic." This morning, we got up rather early--for us--and buzzed off to the botanical gardens for the Parkinson's fundraising walk and demo. First came a whole bunch of speeches and commendations by various people including the mayor. I just lost my patience with all this and started making snotty comments under my breath about the pointlessness of it all, which I should not have done, because these are extrovert-type people. They are not my kind, but they have their own ways and one must respect that. I was very pleased when the Sparrowhawk's Coach got a special commendation, because she is really awesome. Then three different organizations did demos of their Parkinson's exercises: the city ballet, the local health megalith, and finally the Sparrowhawk's gym. He got to punch the hand targets held up by Coach. His uppercuts are getting really primo, to the point where Coach's microphone assembly fell off due to the impact. He was rocking it.
Well, then came the twagic part. We were heading out of the hall to go and walk around the gardens en masse, when the Sparrowhawk remembered that he left his special thermal mug full of hot lemonade behind. "I'll get it," I said, and rushed back into the hall to rescue it before the staff rolled everything up. Unfortunately, I did not say "Stay right here," nor did the Sparrowhawk say that he would stay right there. The last time I saw him, he was striding off after the others, looking resolute. So when I came back, and didn't see him in the hall, I assumed he'd gone off with the rest and was expecting me to catch up. That was my mistake . . . . I hastened up the boardwalk, passing group after group, but not seeing him or his friends. And then I heard a THUMP behind me. Before I even turned around, a vision of what was to come flashed through my mind. The thermal mug had fallen out of my bag. Being cylindrical, it was going to roll down the boardwalk and fall over the edge. And so it came to pass. As fast as I scampered after the pesky thing, it eluded me and fell through the gap at the bottom of the fence to rest in a nest of dead leaves forevermore, for it cannot be reached from above. Oh woe.
I paused to text him, then call him . . . and then I remembered he had left his phone at home. What to do, what to do . . . . I was at the far end of the gardens when my phone rang. I did not recognize the number, but answered it. Sure enough, it was a nice lady at the front desk, who informed me that my husband was there and seemed to have misplaced me. I quick marched all the way back around to the main building and told him my sad tale. After which, we agreed that perhaps we could just go home now. As I said--twagic!
This would have been less dramatic if I'd had more than five and a half hours of sleep. I blame the moonlight. The almost-full moon was streaming in the windows last night. I like the full moon. It makes the night seem more friendly. But at the same time, I think it's just too exciting, and I kept waking up.
Well, then came the twagic part. We were heading out of the hall to go and walk around the gardens en masse, when the Sparrowhawk remembered that he left his special thermal mug full of hot lemonade behind. "I'll get it," I said, and rushed back into the hall to rescue it before the staff rolled everything up. Unfortunately, I did not say "Stay right here," nor did the Sparrowhawk say that he would stay right there. The last time I saw him, he was striding off after the others, looking resolute. So when I came back, and didn't see him in the hall, I assumed he'd gone off with the rest and was expecting me to catch up. That was my mistake . . . . I hastened up the boardwalk, passing group after group, but not seeing him or his friends. And then I heard a THUMP behind me. Before I even turned around, a vision of what was to come flashed through my mind. The thermal mug had fallen out of my bag. Being cylindrical, it was going to roll down the boardwalk and fall over the edge. And so it came to pass. As fast as I scampered after the pesky thing, it eluded me and fell through the gap at the bottom of the fence to rest in a nest of dead leaves forevermore, for it cannot be reached from above. Oh woe.
I paused to text him, then call him . . . and then I remembered he had left his phone at home. What to do, what to do . . . . I was at the far end of the gardens when my phone rang. I did not recognize the number, but answered it. Sure enough, it was a nice lady at the front desk, who informed me that my husband was there and seemed to have misplaced me. I quick marched all the way back around to the main building and told him my sad tale. After which, we agreed that perhaps we could just go home now. As I said--twagic!
This would have been less dramatic if I'd had more than five and a half hours of sleep. I blame the moonlight. The almost-full moon was streaming in the windows last night. I like the full moon. It makes the night seem more friendly. But at the same time, I think it's just too exciting, and I kept waking up.
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