Magpie of Bliss
Apr. 24th, 2025 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI had another wretched night, but not AS wretched. We were both up pretty early, it was a beautiful day, we felt relatively normal, there was nothing exigent until 1 pm . . . I suggested this might be our chance to go see the butterflies at the botanical garden. As expected, the place was very crowded. Busloads full of school kids! The line was crowd-controlled via a long detour through some of the other rooms. I always enjoy this, because who doesn't like cacti, orchids, carnivorous plants, and cool, fragrant beds of spring bulbs? The butterflies were numerous, variegated, and gorgeous, swooping in silent transcendence above the chattering mobs of jumped-up primates.
Then we walked over to the cherry grove to look at the cherry blossoms. It's impossible to describe how beautiful they are, especially since I've already played my "transcendence" card. Only one per game! D'oh! The grove is like a little magic room with a green floor and the walls are made of light. Cherry blossoms against a blue sky don't seem as if they're reflecting light. They seem to glow from within with a light of their own that is brighter and more pure than the light of the sun. I was taking a picture of the Sparrowhawk when a charming young woman carrying a baby asked if we'd like a picture of the two of us. Then I asked her if she'd like a picture of herself and baby, a cool dude in oversized sunglasses, and she said she'd love one, so we exchanged photos. Later on, we were sitting on a bench under the trees, and yet another lovely young woman apparently thought we were cute, and took our picture, then asked if we'd like her to send it to us, and did. Some adult ladies were wearing cherry blossom themed dresses, and little girls were everywhere, in gauze and sparkles and pink and white. Or perhaps some of them were fairies. It did seem like fairyland.
It was quite a tumble into the prosaic when the Sparrowhawk went off to his appointment with the podiatrist, haha. Basically it was one of those "oh you're just old" visits that are so annoying. Yes, you probably have some minor condition or other that we can't treat, so whatever, insert copay here. However, they gave him the address of a nail salon run by a podiatrist, where he can get the "Gentleman's Pedicure" at his own expense whenever he likes, so that's worth something.
My father used to use an expression when he was excessively annoyed, but not quite annoyed enough to justify "Hell's bells!" It was "Crimenently," pronounced CRIME-inently. I had a grand plan to cook some pork chops. But as the afternoon drew on, this plan was canceled in favor of a nap plus Chinese takeout. No sooner had we stretched out than the people next door started throwing things into their dumpster with great force, and then my phone started ringing. It was then that I uttered the ancestral imprecation and jumped back out of bed. I had a conversation with my friend in Minnesota who is recovering from spinal surgery while her daughter tries to get over the radiation burns from her cancer treatment, and who is bored because she still isn't allowed to do anything. We talked about her friend's racehorse. I still got my takeout, thanks to the Sparrowhawk who went and fetched it while I was occupied with trying to be amusing. I'll have to do something about those pork chops, but I'll think about that tomorrow . . . .
Then we walked over to the cherry grove to look at the cherry blossoms. It's impossible to describe how beautiful they are, especially since I've already played my "transcendence" card. Only one per game! D'oh! The grove is like a little magic room with a green floor and the walls are made of light. Cherry blossoms against a blue sky don't seem as if they're reflecting light. They seem to glow from within with a light of their own that is brighter and more pure than the light of the sun. I was taking a picture of the Sparrowhawk when a charming young woman carrying a baby asked if we'd like a picture of the two of us. Then I asked her if she'd like a picture of herself and baby, a cool dude in oversized sunglasses, and she said she'd love one, so we exchanged photos. Later on, we were sitting on a bench under the trees, and yet another lovely young woman apparently thought we were cute, and took our picture, then asked if we'd like her to send it to us, and did. Some adult ladies were wearing cherry blossom themed dresses, and little girls were everywhere, in gauze and sparkles and pink and white. Or perhaps some of them were fairies. It did seem like fairyland.
It was quite a tumble into the prosaic when the Sparrowhawk went off to his appointment with the podiatrist, haha. Basically it was one of those "oh you're just old" visits that are so annoying. Yes, you probably have some minor condition or other that we can't treat, so whatever, insert copay here. However, they gave him the address of a nail salon run by a podiatrist, where he can get the "Gentleman's Pedicure" at his own expense whenever he likes, so that's worth something.
My father used to use an expression when he was excessively annoyed, but not quite annoyed enough to justify "Hell's bells!" It was "Crimenently," pronounced CRIME-inently. I had a grand plan to cook some pork chops. But as the afternoon drew on, this plan was canceled in favor of a nap plus Chinese takeout. No sooner had we stretched out than the people next door started throwing things into their dumpster with great force, and then my phone started ringing. It was then that I uttered the ancestral imprecation and jumped back out of bed. I had a conversation with my friend in Minnesota who is recovering from spinal surgery while her daughter tries to get over the radiation burns from her cancer treatment, and who is bored because she still isn't allowed to do anything. We talked about her friend's racehorse. I still got my takeout, thanks to the Sparrowhawk who went and fetched it while I was occupied with trying to be amusing. I'll have to do something about those pork chops, but I'll think about that tomorrow . . . .
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Date: 2025-04-26 04:44 pm (UTC)