SeaLionPup of Trill
Mar. 24th, 2025 09:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoLast night I dreamed about an elven war. As usual, people didn't listen as I pointed out how futile and stupid it was to think they could make war on the Elves, who still had all their powers at that point. Moreover, by making war on the Elves, they would only succeed in making ugliness out of something beautiful. Sadly, aesthetic arguments are probably the least persuasive thing you can say to stop people from going to war. The wind was blustering and roaring around all night, and may have affected the next dream, in which great trees--and I mean really enormous, massive trees--were falling all around my house with thunderous, rending crashes. They missed it by inches. When I woke up, not only was the wind still prowling around in a restless and desperate fashion, but it was SNOWING AGAIN and the steady stream of white poured down and swirled around without ceasing, like the spirits in the first circle of Dante's Hell. In a way I hated it, and in another way, I liked it because it gave me a good excuse to lurk morosely within my walls, and in yet another way, I hated myself for being a morose lurker. It was that kind of day.
A long phone conversation this morning did not help with the morose lurking. After it ended, I passed up taking a shower in favor of prepping dinner because I knew I wouldn't have time later, on accounta I was scheduled for a Zoom with friends. So I finished making beef stroganoff with extra carrots and a side of green beans because of a felt need for more veggies in my life, instructed the Sparrowhawk that noodles were available should he wish to cook them, and was on my Zoom as he went off to the gym. Luckily, it had stopped snowing by then. While he was at the gym, I compelled myself not to be a complete slacker, and finished the remnants of vacuuming that needed attention in our bedroom and bathroom. When he came home, we had another Zoom with our long-distance book club.
As the day meandered on, I received more communications. One was from Strawberry Star about her husband's upcoming treatment schedule for lymphoma. I offered to help with rides and food if necessary. She has it covered for now, she says. Another was from Mademoiselle, who has torn a ligament doing yoga and is now on crutches, and cannot visit Madame. She also cannot tell Madame this because it seems "the phone isn't working." I fear it's not the phone that doesn't work, but Madame's memory that is faltering. I've watched her slowly lose the ability to handle the phone over the last couple of months. Mademoiselle is not ready to accept that. She texted me and her other helpers to request that we communicate the problem to Madame. I suggested she text Madame and each of us a photo of herself on crutches. We can show it to Madame and perhaps she will understand. Although if she does, she probably won't remember it for more than a brief time.
As soon as the book club Zoom ended, I said to the Sparrowhawk "Okay, I want to watch TV now. I'm done!" I like Jeopardy, because while watching it, I can be right at least some of the time, and every night, one out of three people wins, which is not always the case in real life. Maybe I'll make myself a sign to picket with that says "NO ELF WARS." But it will have to be very aesthetically crafted, and that may be a problem.
A long phone conversation this morning did not help with the morose lurking. After it ended, I passed up taking a shower in favor of prepping dinner because I knew I wouldn't have time later, on accounta I was scheduled for a Zoom with friends. So I finished making beef stroganoff with extra carrots and a side of green beans because of a felt need for more veggies in my life, instructed the Sparrowhawk that noodles were available should he wish to cook them, and was on my Zoom as he went off to the gym. Luckily, it had stopped snowing by then. While he was at the gym, I compelled myself not to be a complete slacker, and finished the remnants of vacuuming that needed attention in our bedroom and bathroom. When he came home, we had another Zoom with our long-distance book club.
As the day meandered on, I received more communications. One was from Strawberry Star about her husband's upcoming treatment schedule for lymphoma. I offered to help with rides and food if necessary. She has it covered for now, she says. Another was from Mademoiselle, who has torn a ligament doing yoga and is now on crutches, and cannot visit Madame. She also cannot tell Madame this because it seems "the phone isn't working." I fear it's not the phone that doesn't work, but Madame's memory that is faltering. I've watched her slowly lose the ability to handle the phone over the last couple of months. Mademoiselle is not ready to accept that. She texted me and her other helpers to request that we communicate the problem to Madame. I suggested she text Madame and each of us a photo of herself on crutches. We can show it to Madame and perhaps she will understand. Although if she does, she probably won't remember it for more than a brief time.
As soon as the book club Zoom ended, I said to the Sparrowhawk "Okay, I want to watch TV now. I'm done!" I like Jeopardy, because while watching it, I can be right at least some of the time, and every night, one out of three people wins, which is not always the case in real life. Maybe I'll make myself a sign to picket with that says "NO ELF WARS." But it will have to be very aesthetically crafted, and that may be a problem.
