ArcticTern of Ember
Nov. 18th, 2024 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI can't remember the last time in my life when I spent so much time taking naps. Good grief. I thought I was doing well until I woke up at 4 am coughing like there was no tomorrow. It felt the way it does when your drink goes down the wrong way, and there's no way you can suppress coughing. I crawled out of bed and went downstairs, because I didn't see how the Sparrowhawk would be able to sleep through that. When he finally got up, he strongly suggested I go back to bed for awhile. I napped for another hour, and then got up for my phone call with Queenie. After that, I managed to have a bite to eat and take a shower. I am reduced to the most basic activities. Grrr. Thus, a random collection of unrelated items, blog-wise. I had a Zoom with Moonmoth and the Nonesuch. ERB Inc sent me a nice mini-poster print of my front cover. I think I will get it framed.
Queenie and the Duchess and I were texting at one point. The Duke is up north bowhunting, like half the people I know. My friend Forest Elf's elderly father, who fell out of a deer blind and smashed up his shoulder, and then had a knee replacement, was unwilling to forego hunting season. He drove his truck out the very edge of his property where he has a gun shed. He sat by the window with his crossbow. It's the kind that winds up with a windlass, so he can crank it with his arm that isn't in a sling. And it doesn't have a kick like a gun, so it won't hurt his shoulder. Sure enough, he got his deer out the window of the shed. Then he called up a relative to come and help him get the deer home and dressed. Compared to these people, I am weak! thought maybe I'd get something done while the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, but after I ate supper, I fell asleep again. Oh well, there's more baking to watch!
There's an addendum to last night's story about Christmas. Back then, an older man lived down on the corner. He became gradually more disabled until his grown son came to live with him, and eventually he was in hospice at home. I would see his son out walking the dog. A month or so after Christmas, he hailed me when we were both out walking. He told me that at Christmas, things had been pretty sad for him. When he walked the dog in the evening, he would go by our house and saw the lighted tree, the candles, the crowd of people making merry inside, and heard the sound of music and caroling, and he would just stand there and look for awhile. He said he was sorry that he'd been looking in our windows, but it had made him happy and raised his spirits so he could go on. I told him he should have just knocked, and we would have been happy to have him join us, but he said no. He had not wanted to intrude, just to enjoy it from afar. His father died shortly after that. The son stayed on in the house while things were sorted out. I said to myself that next time I saw him out and about, I would coax him to come over after all. But I didn't see him again. Another neighbor told me that he had died too, unexpectedly. It's a mystery. But I was glad that we had been part of his last Christmas. I just wish he had come in.
Queenie and the Duchess and I were texting at one point. The Duke is up north bowhunting, like half the people I know. My friend Forest Elf's elderly father, who fell out of a deer blind and smashed up his shoulder, and then had a knee replacement, was unwilling to forego hunting season. He drove his truck out the very edge of his property where he has a gun shed. He sat by the window with his crossbow. It's the kind that winds up with a windlass, so he can crank it with his arm that isn't in a sling. And it doesn't have a kick like a gun, so it won't hurt his shoulder. Sure enough, he got his deer out the window of the shed. Then he called up a relative to come and help him get the deer home and dressed. Compared to these people, I am weak! thought maybe I'd get something done while the Sparrowhawk was at the gym, but after I ate supper, I fell asleep again. Oh well, there's more baking to watch!
There's an addendum to last night's story about Christmas. Back then, an older man lived down on the corner. He became gradually more disabled until his grown son came to live with him, and eventually he was in hospice at home. I would see his son out walking the dog. A month or so after Christmas, he hailed me when we were both out walking. He told me that at Christmas, things had been pretty sad for him. When he walked the dog in the evening, he would go by our house and saw the lighted tree, the candles, the crowd of people making merry inside, and heard the sound of music and caroling, and he would just stand there and look for awhile. He said he was sorry that he'd been looking in our windows, but it had made him happy and raised his spirits so he could go on. I told him he should have just knocked, and we would have been happy to have him join us, but he said no. He had not wanted to intrude, just to enjoy it from afar. His father died shortly after that. The son stayed on in the house while things were sorted out. I said to myself that next time I saw him out and about, I would coax him to come over after all. But I didn't see him again. Another neighbor told me that he had died too, unexpectedly. It's a mystery. But I was glad that we had been part of his last Christmas. I just wish he had come in.
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Date: 2024-11-19 06:10 am (UTC)compared to these people, you are sane.
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Date: 2024-11-20 02:08 pm (UTC)