GrayBirch of Celeste
Jan. 14th, 2023 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoTron texted us this morning, "It's a beautiful day to be in Michigan!" It was. The sun came out and shone brilliantly. The air was crisp and crystal clear. The combination of sunlight and cold air is like a cocktail of fantastic elixirs. We went to the farmers market in search of more cocoa bombs, but alas, there were none to be had. We did get some cheese, eggs, apples, broccoli, brussels sprouts, and beets. Also, just to round out the b's, we got some locally grown beans. The guy had a veritable rainbow of beans, from golden to amethyst to regular black beans. The Sparrowhawk bought a bag of ordinary black beans and some kind of special fancy ones called "Valentine" so he can check it out and see if the Valentine beans are actually better. I got tired of trying to get dried beans to soften up the way I like them, and starting using canned ones. But this grower says if you get fresh dried beans like his, they will cook up a treat. We'll see. He also had a box of socks made of wool from their own sheep--not hand knit, but hand cranked on an antique knitting mill. That was our big extravagance of the day. We each got a pair of socks. The Sparrowhawk is wearing his. They are stripey orange. My, they are handsome.
When we got home, I took a walk. I would have taken the Sparrowhawk with me, but he was at the wrong end of his medication cycle. I didn't really get enough sleep last night. Someone passed through the neighborhood about 2:30 with reverberating bass on their car stereo, and lurked there for three songs or so. They finally went away, but by then I was unfortunately awake. However, I worked on the book anyway. I swear to heaven I can't figure out why this is taking so long. The Sparrowhawk decided I needed more protein and made me an absolutely delicious steak. Yum yum.
Tomorrow or the next day, a new and very special person will appear in the world. The Philosopher and his Lovely Friend go to the hospital quite early tomorrow morning to have labor induced. I'm walking on tiptoes with excitement. My heart is thumping.
When we got home, I took a walk. I would have taken the Sparrowhawk with me, but he was at the wrong end of his medication cycle. I didn't really get enough sleep last night. Someone passed through the neighborhood about 2:30 with reverberating bass on their car stereo, and lurked there for three songs or so. They finally went away, but by then I was unfortunately awake. However, I worked on the book anyway. I swear to heaven I can't figure out why this is taking so long. The Sparrowhawk decided I needed more protein and made me an absolutely delicious steak. Yum yum.
Tomorrow or the next day, a new and very special person will appear in the world. The Philosopher and his Lovely Friend go to the hospital quite early tomorrow morning to have labor induced. I'm walking on tiptoes with excitement. My heart is thumping.
