ZucchiniRind of Bloom
May. 30th, 2018 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoResolved to have a better day today, I changed into actual clothes before noon as planned. I put away laundry, did some meditation, ate an apple, and listened to an interesting talk I'd downloaded and not gotten around to. I was glad that I had put in an effort not to be totally grumpy when the Sparrowhawk went out to do errands and returned with an armful of flowers in anticipation of our anniversary tomorrow. I would have felt foolish being in a foul mood when there was a treat on the way. Having determined that there was a little cash left in the Optional Expenses Fund, I went to the neighborhood garden store and bought some tomatoes, squash plants, and herbs, and a bag of potting soil, and got 15 dollars off because I had bonus points from previously being a good customer. I really enjoy having a place like that in my neighborhood. It feels a lot better than driving out to a giant chain store.
It started raining in the afternoon, so I didn't get them planted yet. I looked in my little raised beds, and saw that the peas and the beans are up now. I realized I will have to put up some kind of fence, or they'll be there just long enough to provide a tasty snack for the rabbits! I hope the rain will keep the bunnies in their dens till I can do that.
I talked to my mother, who was reasonably coherent tonight, but still alarmingly frail. I don't know what is going on with her. Up until a week or two ago, she adamantly refused any help with tasks of daily life. Now all of a sudden she is reluctant to walk, and no longer wants to risk taking a shower without help. She's been having staff bring her meals to her room--and then always complains that the food isn't hot enough. Yes, because it takes her over an hour to eat a little bit of oatmeal, so of course it's stone cold by the time she's finished (as I did NOT say). She got out of bed last night, and in order to cross the room to the bathroom, she sat on her walker and pushed it across the floor with her toes, rather than walking. The doctor didn't find anything that would explain this, so it's a big puzzle. The PTs will be coming in to work with her. I hope they can help, but I have doubts. Mr. and Ms. Science visited her again this morning, before driving home, but I haven't heard how that went yet.
No thunderstorms yet, just a growl or two of thunder, and a refreshing, steady rain. But the night is young. On May 30, forty-seven years ago, I was up most of the night in what was soon to be our first one-room apartment, sewing the Sparrowhawk's white satin wedding shirt, which I made with my own hands. Keeping us company was my high school boyfriend, known as HT, for Hildifons Took, the world's biggest hobbit. He was actually a Polish kid from Dearborn. We met via the Tolkien Society and remained friends after we broke up. He had come to town for the wedding. He slept in the bathtub because it was a tiny apartment and there was nowhere else for him to sleep where we wouldn't trip over him. I'm not sure I slept at all that night. In the early dawn, I walked a couple of miles to my parents' house to get dressed, after sewing the Sparrowhawk into his shirt because I hadn't had time to make buttonholes.
It started raining in the afternoon, so I didn't get them planted yet. I looked in my little raised beds, and saw that the peas and the beans are up now. I realized I will have to put up some kind of fence, or they'll be there just long enough to provide a tasty snack for the rabbits! I hope the rain will keep the bunnies in their dens till I can do that.
I talked to my mother, who was reasonably coherent tonight, but still alarmingly frail. I don't know what is going on with her. Up until a week or two ago, she adamantly refused any help with tasks of daily life. Now all of a sudden she is reluctant to walk, and no longer wants to risk taking a shower without help. She's been having staff bring her meals to her room--and then always complains that the food isn't hot enough. Yes, because it takes her over an hour to eat a little bit of oatmeal, so of course it's stone cold by the time she's finished (as I did NOT say). She got out of bed last night, and in order to cross the room to the bathroom, she sat on her walker and pushed it across the floor with her toes, rather than walking. The doctor didn't find anything that would explain this, so it's a big puzzle. The PTs will be coming in to work with her. I hope they can help, but I have doubts. Mr. and Ms. Science visited her again this morning, before driving home, but I haven't heard how that went yet.
No thunderstorms yet, just a growl or two of thunder, and a refreshing, steady rain. But the night is young. On May 30, forty-seven years ago, I was up most of the night in what was soon to be our first one-room apartment, sewing the Sparrowhawk's white satin wedding shirt, which I made with my own hands. Keeping us company was my high school boyfriend, known as HT, for Hildifons Took, the world's biggest hobbit. He was actually a Polish kid from Dearborn. We met via the Tolkien Society and remained friends after we broke up. He had come to town for the wedding. He slept in the bathtub because it was a tiny apartment and there was nowhere else for him to sleep where we wouldn't trip over him. I'm not sure I slept at all that night. In the early dawn, I walked a couple of miles to my parents' house to get dressed, after sewing the Sparrowhawk into his shirt because I hadn't had time to make buttonholes.
holding yr mom in the light
Date: 2018-05-31 05:16 am (UTC)happy anniversary!
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Date: 2018-06-02 04:20 pm (UTC)Merry thoughts on your anniversary! Hope no mosquitoes and all the good treats.