BristleconePine of Bluster
Mar. 7th, 2023 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThis morning, the snow had all melted away, with the exception of one tiny scrap on the front lawn that glittered in the morning sun like a rhinestone brooch. It's supposed to snow more later this week, but we will not care because we'll be in Chicago indulging in rhapsodies over the wonder child. I am determined to go, even though I still feel weirdly unwell. I feel exhausted and achy, but I have no real symptoms, such as fever, and I test negative for covid all the time. I'd love to stay home in bed, but this trip has been planned with such anticipation that I just can't treat it casually and beg off. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better!
Today's big excitement was going to see Madame, since obviously I can't go tomorrow. This apparently threw the whole system into turmoil. I called her this morning to make sure she was expecting me. She announced that I could take her to her house, where she would pick up her car, which she believed was now back in the garage instead of in the hands of her daughter, Mademoiselle. Consternation!! I knew this would come up some time or other, but I had been hoping that Mademoiselle would make some sensible arrangements before it did. I asked Madame if she actually had her keys, because the last time I was at her house, she apparently had neither her car keys nor her house keys. She assured me that she had all her keys in her purse, a statement I took with a grain of salt. I texted her daughter immediately with a request for advice, and was on tenterhooks until she replied. She said that a) the car was not in the garage; b) Madame did not have the keys; and c) Madame was not allowed to drive. Much to my relief, she called her mother and explained that she herself had the car, and would need it because she was going house hunting with her fiance. That's all very well, but it doesn't solve anything permanently, so I have a feeling the question will arise again. Needless to say, I am not going to put Madame back in the driver's seat myself under any circumstances, but I would rather not have to play a role at all. Since she doesn't have her keys, I think there will be no real possibility anyway.
I drove her off to the coffee shop where we enjoyed coffee and a sandwich, and I heard a great many stories that are becoming old friends. She remembers the past acutely, but the present has some opaque spots. Perhaps it's self-preservation. I share her feeling that the present is a crazy and somewhat inhospitable place. She took me up on my suggestion that perhaps she could find another novel to read while she was in the bookstore. She picked up another one by Colleen Hoover, who seems to be astonishingly prolific. I've never read any of her books and probably won't. I'm not a good source of book recommendations right now. Finally I took her back to her residence and high-tailed it for home. I wrapped myself in my blankie and had a cup of tea, but it didn't help much.
I was tired of leftover curry, so I made some cheeseburgers, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. I have done preliminary packing and put a few things in the laundry. The gauge is now on empty.
Today's big excitement was going to see Madame, since obviously I can't go tomorrow. This apparently threw the whole system into turmoil. I called her this morning to make sure she was expecting me. She announced that I could take her to her house, where she would pick up her car, which she believed was now back in the garage instead of in the hands of her daughter, Mademoiselle. Consternation!! I knew this would come up some time or other, but I had been hoping that Mademoiselle would make some sensible arrangements before it did. I asked Madame if she actually had her keys, because the last time I was at her house, she apparently had neither her car keys nor her house keys. She assured me that she had all her keys in her purse, a statement I took with a grain of salt. I texted her daughter immediately with a request for advice, and was on tenterhooks until she replied. She said that a) the car was not in the garage; b) Madame did not have the keys; and c) Madame was not allowed to drive. Much to my relief, she called her mother and explained that she herself had the car, and would need it because she was going house hunting with her fiance. That's all very well, but it doesn't solve anything permanently, so I have a feeling the question will arise again. Needless to say, I am not going to put Madame back in the driver's seat myself under any circumstances, but I would rather not have to play a role at all. Since she doesn't have her keys, I think there will be no real possibility anyway.
I drove her off to the coffee shop where we enjoyed coffee and a sandwich, and I heard a great many stories that are becoming old friends. She remembers the past acutely, but the present has some opaque spots. Perhaps it's self-preservation. I share her feeling that the present is a crazy and somewhat inhospitable place. She took me up on my suggestion that perhaps she could find another novel to read while she was in the bookstore. She picked up another one by Colleen Hoover, who seems to be astonishingly prolific. I've never read any of her books and probably won't. I'm not a good source of book recommendations right now. Finally I took her back to her residence and high-tailed it for home. I wrapped myself in my blankie and had a cup of tea, but it didn't help much.
I was tired of leftover curry, so I made some cheeseburgers, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. I have done preliminary packing and put a few things in the laundry. The gauge is now on empty.
