CedarWaxwing of Celeste
Jan. 20th, 2026 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI started off the day with another epic feat of shoveling. Only a few more inches of snow fell overnight, but the plow came by and barricaded my driveway with thick slabs of condensed snow. Digging that out was the hard part. The Sparrowhawk said "You're a wonder," when I came inside red-cheeked and puffing. I'm happy to accept the accolade. However, it will probably snow some more early tomorrow, so my good works will be wiped out, as is so often the case in other areas.
Then we had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, and learned to our sorrow that another person we knew from the old days had been involved in a very bad crash over Christmas and was still in the ICU. I've had a couple of unexpected pleasures recently, as well as unexpected sorrows, however. The first was a message from the past, in the form of a text from the Former Student. He has reappeared on the radar, in response, I guess, to a sympathetic note on the Christmas card we sent him. He wants to have lunch with me next week, after a gap of several years! I'm afraid it will be mostly "sad stories of the death of kings," since we have both had deaths in the family and that's probably what he wants to talk about. I'll have to screw my courage to the sticking point.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let’s choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
At least it won't be until after my birthday. The other surprise was a phone call from my brother's older child to wish me a happy birthday! That was a kindly thought.
Then we had our weekly Zoom with Deb and the Prussian, and learned to our sorrow that another person we knew from the old days had been involved in a very bad crash over Christmas and was still in the ICU. I've had a couple of unexpected pleasures recently, as well as unexpected sorrows, however. The first was a message from the past, in the form of a text from the Former Student. He has reappeared on the radar, in response, I guess, to a sympathetic note on the Christmas card we sent him. He wants to have lunch with me next week, after a gap of several years! I'm afraid it will be mostly "sad stories of the death of kings," since we have both had deaths in the family and that's probably what he wants to talk about. I'll have to screw my courage to the sticking point.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let’s choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
At least it won't be until after my birthday. The other surprise was a phone call from my brother's older child to wish me a happy birthday! That was a kindly thought.
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Date: 2026-01-21 01:47 pm (UTC)