Cascade of Trill
Apr. 18th, 2023 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSnow on the roofs again this morning. My legs are quite stiff again after my little indoor jogging extravaganza yesterday. The Sparrowhawk and I went to the bookstore ourselves for an hour, just for fun. We had a look around and got coffee. There doesn't seem to be quite enough time in the day for fun things.
I spoke with Madame, who has been through quite a few changes recently. Apparently she has left Happy Hills and was at her son's house over the weekend. Now she's back at her house, but with Mademoiselle there with her most of the time. Tomorrow she's going to get a haircut. She was confused about how she was getting there and back, and when, so she said she'd call me back. Naturally, she got back to me when I was in the middle of another call . . . . It seems her haircut will probably be finished around 11:30, if I could pick her up from there and take her home afterwards. So that's on the agenda for tomorrow. I'm very curious about where she will end up. Apparently one place she might have gone is all assisted care now, which is probably what she should have at this point, but she's not ready to say yes to that. People are always a few months behind with this stuff. One of the women I was on the Zoom with when Madame's call interrupted is having a similar problem with her mother, who recently had a stroke. Her sisters don't realize that Mom is not going to come back from this to where she was before. I have much sympathy for all of them.
We tried to read The Warden aloud, but it's a bit too much for right now. John Bold always was a pain in the ass, and the Archdeacon is hard to take as well. We put Trollope on hold and switched over to The Return of the Black Stallion. Terrible, terrible prose by comparison, but it moves a little faster. Plus, you know, a one-armed villain with a deadly hypodermic needle and a mysterious gold medallion! You don't get that kind of thing in Barchester, even though I think the dreadful Mr. Slope might be up to poisoning a horse. The Signora Vesey-Neroni probably would do it, but she's incapacitated. And her amoral brother would have no objection, but he'd be too lazy. So we have to fall back on Walter Farley and his criminal brotherhood of the desert.
I spoke with Madame, who has been through quite a few changes recently. Apparently she has left Happy Hills and was at her son's house over the weekend. Now she's back at her house, but with Mademoiselle there with her most of the time. Tomorrow she's going to get a haircut. She was confused about how she was getting there and back, and when, so she said she'd call me back. Naturally, she got back to me when I was in the middle of another call . . . . It seems her haircut will probably be finished around 11:30, if I could pick her up from there and take her home afterwards. So that's on the agenda for tomorrow. I'm very curious about where she will end up. Apparently one place she might have gone is all assisted care now, which is probably what she should have at this point, but she's not ready to say yes to that. People are always a few months behind with this stuff. One of the women I was on the Zoom with when Madame's call interrupted is having a similar problem with her mother, who recently had a stroke. Her sisters don't realize that Mom is not going to come back from this to where she was before. I have much sympathy for all of them.
We tried to read The Warden aloud, but it's a bit too much for right now. John Bold always was a pain in the ass, and the Archdeacon is hard to take as well. We put Trollope on hold and switched over to The Return of the Black Stallion. Terrible, terrible prose by comparison, but it moves a little faster. Plus, you know, a one-armed villain with a deadly hypodermic needle and a mysterious gold medallion! You don't get that kind of thing in Barchester, even though I think the dreadful Mr. Slope might be up to poisoning a horse. The Signora Vesey-Neroni probably would do it, but she's incapacitated. And her amoral brother would have no objection, but he'd be too lazy. So we have to fall back on Walter Farley and his criminal brotherhood of the desert.
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Date: 2023-04-19 01:05 pm (UTC)