Magpie of Bliss
Apr. 24th, 2023 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI talked to Queenie this morning, then answered some email, then realized I'd used up most of my time, dashed around and did some spot-removal handwashing followed by putting laundry in, and cleaned the bathroom sink. Tried again to do some kind of writing. Scribbled a few words in my notebook. Went for a walk while the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, but it was kind of pathetic. My hip joints are still so stiff that I can't walk very fast at all. Spring beauties are out, periwinkle and some fancy late white jonquils. The green spears of lily of the valley and day lilies are poking up, although not blooming yet. The construction around the nuns' old building is ongoing. I used to go around the concrete bunkers and squeeze through the construction fence, but now they've put up a second fence with a big red DANGER sign on it, so I went around the long way instead.
The Sparrowhawk had his yearly PCP checkup this morning, as well as the money counting job. Good news--everything looks fine. All his metrics are in good order. He'd be at the pinnacle of health were it not for the Parkinson's. We got Detroit style pizza for dinner, because the pizza joint was doing a fundraiser for a Detroit soup kitchen. I ate early, and less than I wanted, in hopes of not nuking my poor stomach. Check back at 4 am to see if it worked. The Sparrowhawk is reading an extremely charming little memoir called "The Way of Bach," by Dan Mollar, about a guy who really, really wants to learn how to play Bach on the piano. At one point, he has nerve problems in his hands and can't play. This drives him crazy. He thinks about how much he would pay to be able to play again. He would cheerfully pay someone to research how to get better, and he would do everything the guy told him to, meticulously, if only he could find such an expert. But wait, he thinks, I know more about this than anyone! Why not do it myself? So he does, follows his own instructions to the letter, and eventually is able to play again. I've heard this idea before, from Gene Hackman's character in "The Heist." Someone asks him how he figured out a tough problem. He says, "I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, 'what would he do?'" I had forgotten that. I'm gonna have to think about this again with regard to some of my current problems. Of course, in my case, there is hardly anyone smarter than myself. But I could maybe imagine someone who doesn't have my particular mental blind spots.
The Sparrowhawk had his yearly PCP checkup this morning, as well as the money counting job. Good news--everything looks fine. All his metrics are in good order. He'd be at the pinnacle of health were it not for the Parkinson's. We got Detroit style pizza for dinner, because the pizza joint was doing a fundraiser for a Detroit soup kitchen. I ate early, and less than I wanted, in hopes of not nuking my poor stomach. Check back at 4 am to see if it worked. The Sparrowhawk is reading an extremely charming little memoir called "The Way of Bach," by Dan Mollar, about a guy who really, really wants to learn how to play Bach on the piano. At one point, he has nerve problems in his hands and can't play. This drives him crazy. He thinks about how much he would pay to be able to play again. He would cheerfully pay someone to research how to get better, and he would do everything the guy told him to, meticulously, if only he could find such an expert. But wait, he thinks, I know more about this than anyone! Why not do it myself? So he does, follows his own instructions to the letter, and eventually is able to play again. I've heard this idea before, from Gene Hackman's character in "The Heist." Someone asks him how he figured out a tough problem. He says, "I tried to imagine a fella smarter than myself. Then I tried to think, 'what would he do?'" I had forgotten that. I'm gonna have to think about this again with regard to some of my current problems. Of course, in my case, there is hardly anyone smarter than myself. But I could maybe imagine someone who doesn't have my particular mental blind spots.
