Aldebaran of Bluster
Feb. 28th, 2026 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoYesterday was gloriously warm and sunny. It's so unusual when sun pours in the windows in the morning! It's almost overwhelming. It IS overwhelming for the Sparrowhawk with his new eyes. He sometimes has to wear shades indoors, like a Blues Brother. I changed the sheets, washed the sheets, washed my own clothes, cleaned the toilet, and made a quick and dirty bean soup for my lunch. I had two sets of meat juice, one from a ham and one from a pork loin. At least one of those had some barbecue flavor, so when it was added to two cans of beans, a chopped onion, and the perfidious carrots whose peeling caused me to slice my finger the other day, and which had been parked in the refrigerator to think about the naughty thing they did, it gave the soup a rather sweet flavor. It wasn't what one expects in a bean soup, but in my opinion, there was enough umami to counterbalance the sweetness and make it taste pretty good. I made it to suit myself, and given that I liked it, it was perfect.
And THEN I actually did go outside for an hour or so! I got the steel spade and shoveled out a pathway to each of the back doors, flinging the densely packed snow out onto the grass where I hoped it would finally melt. I attacked my forlorn raised beds and pulled up a lot of dead stems and grasses and bagged them. I couldn't pull any weeds out by the roots, because the ground is still frozen, but it helped to clear the brush out. My hellebores are still doing great, and some buds are coming up. I saw a handful of snowdrops, and on a sunny west-facing area in the back, some daffodil shoots are just poking their heads out.
Last time I went shopping, I bought some salmon from the bargain bin. I cooked it for dinner--fry it in butter, five minutes on a side, squeeze of lemon, perfect! With a baked potato and some zucchini with mushrooms, walnuts, and a dash of soy sauce.
Today was so different. Dark and chilly--no chance of seeing the planetary lineup next to the moon tonight. I was awake too much in the night and felt like crap in the morning, but when the Sparrowhawk suggested we could go to the bookstore, I wasn't going to turn it down. I used to go there all the time, and recently I've been missing it. Unfortunately, we arrived at the same time that everyone else had the same idea, and had to wait quite awhile to get a table in the cafe. We had paninis and lattes and shared a piece of cannoli cake. We browsed around, and the Sparrowhawk bought a beautiful book called "The Library of Lost Maps." He's enthralled with it, and ordered another copy to send to the Philosopher, who he says is "probably the only man who will understand it." On the way home, we stopped to put gas in the car for the first time. It took too long, because they've recently changed the process by which one can redeem reward points, and it took two trips into the store to get it straightened out.
We made it to church, as sketchy flurries of snow began . . . it will stop in an hour, they said . . . When we came out after an hour, it was snowing thickly and continuously and I had to brush off the car before driving home. Now everything is white again. Oh, but it's light and fluffy! Grr . . . I know, I know--this is Michigan, and it will snow several more times before Fool's Spring transmogrifies into True Spring at last.
And THEN I actually did go outside for an hour or so! I got the steel spade and shoveled out a pathway to each of the back doors, flinging the densely packed snow out onto the grass where I hoped it would finally melt. I attacked my forlorn raised beds and pulled up a lot of dead stems and grasses and bagged them. I couldn't pull any weeds out by the roots, because the ground is still frozen, but it helped to clear the brush out. My hellebores are still doing great, and some buds are coming up. I saw a handful of snowdrops, and on a sunny west-facing area in the back, some daffodil shoots are just poking their heads out.
Last time I went shopping, I bought some salmon from the bargain bin. I cooked it for dinner--fry it in butter, five minutes on a side, squeeze of lemon, perfect! With a baked potato and some zucchini with mushrooms, walnuts, and a dash of soy sauce.
Today was so different. Dark and chilly--no chance of seeing the planetary lineup next to the moon tonight. I was awake too much in the night and felt like crap in the morning, but when the Sparrowhawk suggested we could go to the bookstore, I wasn't going to turn it down. I used to go there all the time, and recently I've been missing it. Unfortunately, we arrived at the same time that everyone else had the same idea, and had to wait quite awhile to get a table in the cafe. We had paninis and lattes and shared a piece of cannoli cake. We browsed around, and the Sparrowhawk bought a beautiful book called "The Library of Lost Maps." He's enthralled with it, and ordered another copy to send to the Philosopher, who he says is "probably the only man who will understand it." On the way home, we stopped to put gas in the car for the first time. It took too long, because they've recently changed the process by which one can redeem reward points, and it took two trips into the store to get it straightened out.
We made it to church, as sketchy flurries of snow began . . . it will stop in an hour, they said . . . When we came out after an hour, it was snowing thickly and continuously and I had to brush off the car before driving home. Now everything is white again. Oh, but it's light and fluffy! Grr . . . I know, I know--this is Michigan, and it will snow several more times before Fool's Spring transmogrifies into True Spring at last.
