NorthernLynx of Ember
Nov. 30th, 2023 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI went to the grocery store, finally, hauled everything home and put it away, dashed out for a quick walk, and then answered all the voice mails I'd been putting off: made the appointments for a bone scan and a mammogram, confirmed my video appointment to check my blood pressure after starting a new medication, and called my insurance broker, who has been pestering me for no good reason. I hesitate to call him "my" broker. He's just the guy who oversees the money my mother left me. It's not enough to fuss over, though I'm glad to have anything at all. We had some frozen Motor City pizza I got at the store--on sale of course--and salad for dinner. For frozen pizza, it was good. We watched a made for TV Christmas movie in which both Jonathan Frakes AND Robert Picardo had small parts. How are the mighty fallen! While this was going on, I sorted out one of my fallen drawers and threw out a bagful of stuff, enough that I'm pretty sure what's left will fit back into the drawer.
You know what DIDN'T get done? Any writing at all. Just saying. One of the things I de-accessioned was a lovely little pair of riding gloves, with reinforced leather palms and fingers, and knitted backs. I don't even know how long it's been since I was on horseback. It's no use saving them. I doubt my joints would survive ever getting on a horse again. I'm donating them, not tossing them, because they're still in perfect shape, and someone will enjoy them. They probably won't know they're specifically made for riding. I imagine some tiresome hipster one third my age will buy them to wear with a vintage outfit. There are some things that, when you give them away, it's like on Stargate when they'd bury a gate so no one would ever go to that world again. A portal has closed.
In other news, Shane MacGowan, of the Pogues, has died. Honestly, I didn't know he was still alive, poor fella. I had a cassette tape of "Rum Sodomy and the Lash" that I used to listen to on the drive to and from Texas, although I felt like a bad mommy because it was not exactly suitable for children. So I was listening to "Fairytale of New York" and shedding a few tears, as one does around Christmas (well, if you're us you do). I had muted the local news, but the screen flashed before my eyes an ad from Blain's Farm & Fleet for a package of throwing axes and knives. On sale for Christmas! What a lovely gift for someone you care about! I cracked up. Oh hell yes, that's what I need right now--the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay, while I hurl a few hatchets for Yuletide.
You know what DIDN'T get done? Any writing at all. Just saying. One of the things I de-accessioned was a lovely little pair of riding gloves, with reinforced leather palms and fingers, and knitted backs. I don't even know how long it's been since I was on horseback. It's no use saving them. I doubt my joints would survive ever getting on a horse again. I'm donating them, not tossing them, because they're still in perfect shape, and someone will enjoy them. They probably won't know they're specifically made for riding. I imagine some tiresome hipster one third my age will buy them to wear with a vintage outfit. There are some things that, when you give them away, it's like on Stargate when they'd bury a gate so no one would ever go to that world again. A portal has closed.
In other news, Shane MacGowan, of the Pogues, has died. Honestly, I didn't know he was still alive, poor fella. I had a cassette tape of "Rum Sodomy and the Lash" that I used to listen to on the drive to and from Texas, although I felt like a bad mommy because it was not exactly suitable for children. So I was listening to "Fairytale of New York" and shedding a few tears, as one does around Christmas (well, if you're us you do). I had muted the local news, but the screen flashed before my eyes an ad from Blain's Farm & Fleet for a package of throwing axes and knives. On sale for Christmas! What a lovely gift for someone you care about! I cracked up. Oh hell yes, that's what I need right now--the boys of the NYPD choir still singing Galway Bay, while I hurl a few hatchets for Yuletide.
