Gadwall of Ember
Nov. 25th, 2024 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI got things worked out with the buckthorn removers. They will come in a couple of weeks and take it out. Alas, they cannot take down the three larger buckthorn trees. Anything with a diameter of 4 inches is too big for them. I guess we'll have to get the tree service to come back, as well. I felt kind of good about myself, thinking about how much I removed all by myself a couple of years ago. I wish I could continue on that path, but I think it's better not to trust in my own capacity at this point. I think a lot these days about not wanting to appear as a couple of old people who are letting things get out of control. To be sure of keeping things nice, I have to bite the bullet and put other people to work on this.
I had another night of misery and not enough sleep. I'm beginning to suspect this coughing is the fault of my stupid medication, which opens a whole 'nother can of worms that I won't go into at the moment. I'm so fed up with all of this.
I had my call with Queenie, and the Sparrowhawk went to his money-counting job. He said it was more complicated than usual. There were two collections, and a new member of the team, because one of their regulars has fallen and broken her elbow. She fell and broke her wrist earlier this year. One fall, and I feel some foreboding but consider it possibly just bad luck. Two falls, and it begins to look like a problem. I got off the phone early because Queenie's daughter is visiting for Thanksgiving. So, when the Sparrowhawk got home, we went to the bookstore to pick up an item we'd ordered as a gift, and get some Advent calendars. It was pleasant to be out together, but alas, by the time we got home, both of us were pretty much done. The Sparrowhawk tried to run one more errand, but when he returned from that, there was mutual agreement that nothing was happening but a joint collapse into a nap. The holiday is approaching like an oncoming train, with no preparations in sight, but there's not a darn thing I can do about it.
Leftover takeout for dinner, followed by a Zoom meeting with one of our book clubs. This is always encouraging and enjoyable, but by the end of it, I was beat and coughing again. The Sparrowhawk said sadly, "I hate it when a day starts off in a promising way, and then goes downhill." "Ha!" I replied. "What I hate is when a day starts off BADLY and then deteriorates from there!" He admitted that was worse. Let's hope there's a better one tomorrow.
I had another night of misery and not enough sleep. I'm beginning to suspect this coughing is the fault of my stupid medication, which opens a whole 'nother can of worms that I won't go into at the moment. I'm so fed up with all of this.
I had my call with Queenie, and the Sparrowhawk went to his money-counting job. He said it was more complicated than usual. There were two collections, and a new member of the team, because one of their regulars has fallen and broken her elbow. She fell and broke her wrist earlier this year. One fall, and I feel some foreboding but consider it possibly just bad luck. Two falls, and it begins to look like a problem. I got off the phone early because Queenie's daughter is visiting for Thanksgiving. So, when the Sparrowhawk got home, we went to the bookstore to pick up an item we'd ordered as a gift, and get some Advent calendars. It was pleasant to be out together, but alas, by the time we got home, both of us were pretty much done. The Sparrowhawk tried to run one more errand, but when he returned from that, there was mutual agreement that nothing was happening but a joint collapse into a nap. The holiday is approaching like an oncoming train, with no preparations in sight, but there's not a darn thing I can do about it.
Leftover takeout for dinner, followed by a Zoom meeting with one of our book clubs. This is always encouraging and enjoyable, but by the end of it, I was beat and coughing again. The Sparrowhawk said sadly, "I hate it when a day starts off in a promising way, and then goes downhill." "Ha!" I replied. "What I hate is when a day starts off BADLY and then deteriorates from there!" He admitted that was worse. Let's hope there's a better one tomorrow.
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Date: 2024-11-26 03:30 pm (UTC)