WitchHazel of Sleet
Feb. 11th, 2026 08:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe last couple of days, we've had evening activities, and I've been too tired to post afterwards. Monday it was our Zoom book club, Tuesday it was my women's group meeting to celebrate Strawberry Star's birthday. Tonight we unexpectedly had another evening out, but I'm not quite as beat. This is rather surprising, because I went to visit Madame for the first time in almost a month. She was much as usual. Same concerns, same obsessions, perhaps a little bit less physically able. She was pretty cheerful and happy to see me, however. I brought her some coffee, and the helpers kindly brought her lunch plate to her room so we could chat over lunch. Toward the end of our visit, she had trouble getting to the bathroom, and I found out where the "help me" button was, and pushed it! She needed a change of clothing, and was content to let the helper do it and say goodbye to me. I feel good about knowing how to summon assistance.
Our old friends at the Unitarian Church, the Dirty Bastards, had a get-together last month, but we were not able to join in. We got another short notice invitation for tonight, and because the Sparrowhawk has been on hiatus from the gym due to eye surgery, we decided that we could go. But first I took him back to the eye doctor to have his final check on the new eye. He actually could have driven himself, because it turned out that they didn't dilate his pupils. But I didn't mind taking him there. They said everything looks good, and claimed he now has 20/20 vision in that eye! This is great news. From there, we drove to the UPS store to mail off the papers for our insurance claim on the car, and then to the Dirty Bastards dinner. Five of the others were there; not everyone was able to come. But that was enough for a happy gathering. The occasion was the 22nd anniversary of the group. Three of those present had been there since the beginning! We were the most junior members. It was a lot like seeing relatives. Everyone was a little older, a little grayer. We might not see eye to eye on everything, but there was enough nostalgia, enough shared concerns, to make the evening warm.
Our old friends at the Unitarian Church, the Dirty Bastards, had a get-together last month, but we were not able to join in. We got another short notice invitation for tonight, and because the Sparrowhawk has been on hiatus from the gym due to eye surgery, we decided that we could go. But first I took him back to the eye doctor to have his final check on the new eye. He actually could have driven himself, because it turned out that they didn't dilate his pupils. But I didn't mind taking him there. They said everything looks good, and claimed he now has 20/20 vision in that eye! This is great news. From there, we drove to the UPS store to mail off the papers for our insurance claim on the car, and then to the Dirty Bastards dinner. Five of the others were there; not everyone was able to come. But that was enough for a happy gathering. The occasion was the 22nd anniversary of the group. Three of those present had been there since the beginning! We were the most junior members. It was a lot like seeing relatives. Everyone was a little older, a little grayer. We might not see eye to eye on everything, but there was enough nostalgia, enough shared concerns, to make the evening warm.
