Hyssop of Bluster

[ismo]

Not the world's greatest day. I started thinking too much about the past. While the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, I did go out for a walk, and this must be counted for a win. It was sunny but kind of cold, and I procrastinated quite a lot, but finally went out anyway, so yay me. That makes three days of walking in a row.

My mother called me this morning, very much muddled up about doctor's appointments. The eye doctor had called to reschedule something, and this threw her completely into a tizzy. I knew it would not help for her to call the office back, because she really can't understand people on the phone most of the time, so I said I'd do it. I did, and I got her straightened out about her schedule--for now. I have to go over it with her at intervals. It doesn't help that she has THREE calendars--something I just found out today! She writes things down on one but not the other, or puts something in the wrong month on one of them. I guess this also is a win of sorts.

We called Muffinhead to wish him a happy SIXTEENTH birthday! His birthday really was yesterday, but he was away at a school competition, so we couldn't call him. We sang him the special birthday song, told him we loved him and were so proud of him, and in general acted like doting and daffy grandparents. He was reduced to total teenage speechlessness, so mission accomplished. It's definitely a win that he is growing up into such a good-looking, smart, all around wonderful young man. He looks so much like the Diva that it's amazing, but he's about a foot taller than she is at this point. {{swoon}}

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[oracne]

SIXTEEN?! Whoa.