MayDay of Bliss
May. 1st, 2025 07:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoWind and rain. Under the rainfall, everything is greening and thickening. The crimson maple outside my window is at the peak of its ornate, Faberge-like coloring. Cherry trees and magnolias are in lush bloom. Every year, a different plant has a heyday. This year, I think it's dandelions, celandine, and violets. All of the above are running riot through the grass.
That's the good part. The bad part is that I'm still not sleeping, and thus, I am only minimally competent throughout the day. This morning I managed to do some grocery shopping. I got a birthday card for the Diva. The Sparrowhawk suggested cheeseburgers for dinner. But I knew we had some pasture-raised ground beef from the farmers market in the freezer, plus some of the Hawaiian rolls he likes, so I suggested that I could produce home-style burgers. It's funny, because somehow the burgers from the fast food joint seem tastier and more alluring . . . yet they actually have less flavor than mine and are far less digestible. Mine come with sides, too--in this case, sauteed mushrooms, lettuce and cucumber salad, sliced tomatoes, and leftover saffron rice warmed up with leftover veggies, brussels sprouts for the Sparrowhawk and green beans for me.
The Sparrowhawk has gone to his book club, which today is meeting just around the block in the neighborhood. I have a million things I'd still like to do, but I may not get any farther than finishing my re-read of the Purgatorio in anticipation of the Dante book club meeting tomorrow.
That's the good part. The bad part is that I'm still not sleeping, and thus, I am only minimally competent throughout the day. This morning I managed to do some grocery shopping. I got a birthday card for the Diva. The Sparrowhawk suggested cheeseburgers for dinner. But I knew we had some pasture-raised ground beef from the farmers market in the freezer, plus some of the Hawaiian rolls he likes, so I suggested that I could produce home-style burgers. It's funny, because somehow the burgers from the fast food joint seem tastier and more alluring . . . yet they actually have less flavor than mine and are far less digestible. Mine come with sides, too--in this case, sauteed mushrooms, lettuce and cucumber salad, sliced tomatoes, and leftover saffron rice warmed up with leftover veggies, brussels sprouts for the Sparrowhawk and green beans for me.
The Sparrowhawk has gone to his book club, which today is meeting just around the block in the neighborhood. I have a million things I'd still like to do, but I may not get any farther than finishing my re-read of the Purgatorio in anticipation of the Dante book club meeting tomorrow.
