ReindeerMoss of Sleet
Feb. 7th, 2026 08:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI was happy to hear from the Sparrowhawk last night and this morning. He is doing pretty well and is having an enjoyable time, and seeing some people from the past, including our friend Gingerbeard with whom we visited last summer. The hardest thing for him when away from home is getting the rest he needs at the time he needs it. The other essential is hydration, but he's got that one locked down after the last time he went to a similar retreat and fainted from dehydration. Not making that mistake again! He says our pal Nebraska is a saint, because he has been so helpful. I do miss him, but I think it's good for him to get out of the house occasionally and do different things.
I imagined, as one does, that when the spouse is away and the niceties of life are abrogated, I could just get All the Things done. Well, the niceties of life were abrogated all right. I had no one to make me a nice cup of tea and make sure I drank it. I made my own tea and only half drank it as I scuffled around the house trying to keep my mind on one thing at a time. I went to the farmers market because Tron wanted me to get some mittens for the Lumberjack. There is sometimes a mitten stall with very good mittens made from recycled sweaters. Today it was fearfully cold at the market, and the mitten people were not there. A few ragamuffins were there, trying not to freeze solid. Our beloved farm ladies were there, but the lard I wanted to buy from them was not. I bought their deal of the day, a package of wings and drummies that came with some free ground beef. You can't beat that. I intended to cook up the wings tonight, but I was too tired. I also bought a pound of butter and some ground lamb from a man who excused himself from waiting on me for a minute. He said he had to warm his fingers up before he could make change.
Once home, I wanted to tackle the kitchen, which could use a good cleaning. However, we've been running low on dishwashing liquid, and today the situation was critical. So I went back out, this time to the grocery store. Oh whyyy does everything take me so long, she whined . . . Back home with dishwashing soap, but did not clean the kitchen because I had to put everything away and then I badly needed a sandwich. Had to take a shower, text with various people, finally make myself some coffee in the absence of the Sparrowhawk, who is the house barista and coffee pro. I put my church clothes on after the shower, so I wouldn't have to change again, a process I find annoying. All dressed up, I felt I should be doing something very ladylike, but was not at leisure to do so. I did make it to church, and then had to make my own dinner. Fortunately there were some tasty scraps of this and that, enough to make up a plate. I texted a bit with Strawberry Star. I had a half-formed idea of calling her earlier, but it turned out she had a cold anyway and had spent much of the day watching reno shows on tv and doing beadwork. That sounded idyllic to me, except for the having a cold part. It is now 9 pm and I can tell you with some certainty that no kitchens will be cleaned today. I am watching people on tv go 100 miles per hour in the Italian Alps, and it is making me feel quite faint. I would raise my ladylike hand and ring the bell for a restorative cordial, but alas, the staff has gone home for the night.
I imagined, as one does, that when the spouse is away and the niceties of life are abrogated, I could just get All the Things done. Well, the niceties of life were abrogated all right. I had no one to make me a nice cup of tea and make sure I drank it. I made my own tea and only half drank it as I scuffled around the house trying to keep my mind on one thing at a time. I went to the farmers market because Tron wanted me to get some mittens for the Lumberjack. There is sometimes a mitten stall with very good mittens made from recycled sweaters. Today it was fearfully cold at the market, and the mitten people were not there. A few ragamuffins were there, trying not to freeze solid. Our beloved farm ladies were there, but the lard I wanted to buy from them was not. I bought their deal of the day, a package of wings and drummies that came with some free ground beef. You can't beat that. I intended to cook up the wings tonight, but I was too tired. I also bought a pound of butter and some ground lamb from a man who excused himself from waiting on me for a minute. He said he had to warm his fingers up before he could make change.
Once home, I wanted to tackle the kitchen, which could use a good cleaning. However, we've been running low on dishwashing liquid, and today the situation was critical. So I went back out, this time to the grocery store. Oh whyyy does everything take me so long, she whined . . . Back home with dishwashing soap, but did not clean the kitchen because I had to put everything away and then I badly needed a sandwich. Had to take a shower, text with various people, finally make myself some coffee in the absence of the Sparrowhawk, who is the house barista and coffee pro. I put my church clothes on after the shower, so I wouldn't have to change again, a process I find annoying. All dressed up, I felt I should be doing something very ladylike, but was not at leisure to do so. I did make it to church, and then had to make my own dinner. Fortunately there were some tasty scraps of this and that, enough to make up a plate. I texted a bit with Strawberry Star. I had a half-formed idea of calling her earlier, but it turned out she had a cold anyway and had spent much of the day watching reno shows on tv and doing beadwork. That sounded idyllic to me, except for the having a cold part. It is now 9 pm and I can tell you with some certainty that no kitchens will be cleaned today. I am watching people on tv go 100 miles per hour in the Italian Alps, and it is making me feel quite faint. I would raise my ladylike hand and ring the bell for a restorative cordial, but alas, the staff has gone home for the night.
