Chickadee of Sleet
Feb. 5th, 2023 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoApparently the magic flannel has its limits. I had a vivid dream that I won the lottery. However, what actually happened was that I woke up at the regulation 4 am and was awake until 6. It's as if I'm working a job and am on a time clock. I came THIS close to giving up and going downstairs, but I felt so tired that I decided to give it one more shot, and finally went back to sleep for a couple more hours. The Sparrowhawk suggested we could go for a nice walk, which I would have loved, but on looking around, I didn't think there would be much nice in it. The temperature has risen up out of the deep freeze, but it still looked cold and slippery out there. It's not much fun when you hobble along trying not to fall down. I put that off for another day.
We went to a church-type gathering later in the afternoon. The invitation hopefully suggested that people might bring snacks. I have observed that these particular people are not terribly good at snacks. I brought what I had on hand--a bowl of strawberries and blueberries and a bowl of whipped cream to which I had added some of my Christmas gift elixir from Tron, the Fiori di Sicilia. It's a lovely citrusy vanilla extract. The other snacks consisted of a couple of bags of chips and a crudite platter from the grocery store. The sincerest form of flattery is an empty bowl. When we came out, it was snowing and slushy. We had an irritating few minutes of trying to figure out why the car thought its interior lights should be on, but finally got them to turn off before the battery ran down. I have nothing of significance to report, possibly because of too many 4 am thoughts.
We finished reading "The Pink Motel," a charming and weird little children's book by Carol Ryrie Brink. A reviewer referred to it as "a stealth fantasy." This seems accurate. Nothing overtly magical happens, but somehow the way it's told makes it sound as if we're not quite in normal mundane territory. And there is an old lady who has a Mary Poppins-style bottomless hamper filled with treats of unknown provenance. We've moved on to sterner stuff: "Black Fox of Lorne," by Marguerite de Angeli. It's Vikings vs. Scotsmen starring the twin sons of red-bearded Harald. They're in a terrible fix at the moment--shipwrecked and probably about to be murdered. I liked delightful fantasies as a child, but I also liked some fairly bloodthirsty tales.
We went to a church-type gathering later in the afternoon. The invitation hopefully suggested that people might bring snacks. I have observed that these particular people are not terribly good at snacks. I brought what I had on hand--a bowl of strawberries and blueberries and a bowl of whipped cream to which I had added some of my Christmas gift elixir from Tron, the Fiori di Sicilia. It's a lovely citrusy vanilla extract. The other snacks consisted of a couple of bags of chips and a crudite platter from the grocery store. The sincerest form of flattery is an empty bowl. When we came out, it was snowing and slushy. We had an irritating few minutes of trying to figure out why the car thought its interior lights should be on, but finally got them to turn off before the battery ran down. I have nothing of significance to report, possibly because of too many 4 am thoughts.
We finished reading "The Pink Motel," a charming and weird little children's book by Carol Ryrie Brink. A reviewer referred to it as "a stealth fantasy." This seems accurate. Nothing overtly magical happens, but somehow the way it's told makes it sound as if we're not quite in normal mundane territory. And there is an old lady who has a Mary Poppins-style bottomless hamper filled with treats of unknown provenance. We've moved on to sterner stuff: "Black Fox of Lorne," by Marguerite de Angeli. It's Vikings vs. Scotsmen starring the twin sons of red-bearded Harald. They're in a terrible fix at the moment--shipwrecked and probably about to be murdered. I liked delightful fantasies as a child, but I also liked some fairly bloodthirsty tales.
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Date: 2023-02-06 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-02-06 10:56 pm (UTC)I feel strongly that this should appear on some kind of artwork you can hang in your kitchen.