Hyssop of Trill
Mar. 22nd, 2025 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoIt's a good thing we scurried around yesterday, because this morning we had the pleasure of seeing Dr. Music and Bird Baby. They had promised to come over as soon as they were both free of cold germs. I put out some strawberries, blueberries, and grapes, and a little dish of various chocolates that happened to be sitting around waiting to be eaten by someone. I know Dr. Music likes chocolate. Bird Baby made herself quite at home, though alas--after all our vacuuming--her first comment was "It's dusty here!" The sun was shining, and it always reveals the motes floating in the air. Dr. Music says that's what happens at their house too. Bird Baby is such a little person now, and has a lot to say in her tiny voice, though I don't always understand all of it. She sat down immediately and ate the lunch her daddy packed for her, plus berries and grapes until he told her that was probably enough. "I'm starving!" she announced.
She said her feet were cold, so we went in search of socks that she could wear. I found some that were quite a bit too big, but not absolutely too large to fit on her feet, and they had butterflies on them. She was quite pleased with the effect. Then she looked into our bedroom and saw the dolls and the stuffed animals. She put all the dolls to bed, and I found covers for all of them. She grouped all the animals into families, and was very careful with my old dog Donald, who only has one ear and hardly any fur, after more than 70 years of living. She figured out how to climb up on the big bed, and then saw a couple of necklaces on the bedside table. She ended up with seven necklaces stacked around her neck before running downstairs again to show her daddy.
Meanwhile, Dr. Music and the Sparrowhawk were having a pleasant chat and looking at the Sparrowhawk's classical LPs. He took a stack home with him to listen to on his own turntable. Another round of lunch occurred, with leftover pizza and/or corned beef sandwiches for the Sparrowhawk and Dr. Music. Bird Baby discovered the Icelandic yogurt in the refrigerator and wanted to try both cloudberry and lingonberry. She also got her desired orange, which I helped her peel mostly by herself. Eventually it was time to go home, and she gave me the compliment of wrapping herself around my knees and telling her father that she didn't want to go home yet!
When it came time to go to church, I just didn't feel up to it. Normally, I can make myself do stuff, but on reflection, I decided this wasn't one of those times. I took a nap instead. Me and the dolls. I imagine the toys felt the way I did--happy to have been played with once again, but tired out. I'm like Donald Dog, game but a bit threadbare after all these years.
She said her feet were cold, so we went in search of socks that she could wear. I found some that were quite a bit too big, but not absolutely too large to fit on her feet, and they had butterflies on them. She was quite pleased with the effect. Then she looked into our bedroom and saw the dolls and the stuffed animals. She put all the dolls to bed, and I found covers for all of them. She grouped all the animals into families, and was very careful with my old dog Donald, who only has one ear and hardly any fur, after more than 70 years of living. She figured out how to climb up on the big bed, and then saw a couple of necklaces on the bedside table. She ended up with seven necklaces stacked around her neck before running downstairs again to show her daddy.
Meanwhile, Dr. Music and the Sparrowhawk were having a pleasant chat and looking at the Sparrowhawk's classical LPs. He took a stack home with him to listen to on his own turntable. Another round of lunch occurred, with leftover pizza and/or corned beef sandwiches for the Sparrowhawk and Dr. Music. Bird Baby discovered the Icelandic yogurt in the refrigerator and wanted to try both cloudberry and lingonberry. She also got her desired orange, which I helped her peel mostly by herself. Eventually it was time to go home, and she gave me the compliment of wrapping herself around my knees and telling her father that she didn't want to go home yet!
When it came time to go to church, I just didn't feel up to it. Normally, I can make myself do stuff, but on reflection, I decided this wasn't one of those times. I took a nap instead. Me and the dolls. I imagine the toys felt the way I did--happy to have been played with once again, but tired out. I'm like Donald Dog, game but a bit threadbare after all these years.
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Date: 2025-03-24 01:26 pm (UTC)