Sedum of Bliss
May. 25th, 2026 08:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoFighting off self-pity and recrimination after a series of dreams about the end of the world. It kept waking me up, and then every time I went back to sleep, it was still apocalypse time. That's what I get for watching "On the Beach." Also because holidays can be hard. However, it was a very beautiful day. It started out magically with a thick fog, followed by perfect sunshine. I wish I'd been at the beach, but the Duchess said she had been, and it was really too cold even for comfortable walking. She and Queenie and I were texting, and the Duchess sent lovely pictures of herself and family that included Bird Girl wearing the unicorn dress that I got her for her birthday. And then the Sparrowhawk sent me a picture that I liked very much of myself holding Bird Boy the last time they were over here. I like it because we are both smiling.
I talked with Queenie, and then made the Sparrowhawk and me a holiday breakfast of bacon, an egg, and some hash browns. And then we both tried to get something done, and pretty much both failed. Not sure quite how that happens, but it does. Great plans retire to the fainting couch. Anyway, he eventually retired to take a nap, and I went outside with my tea, once our treasured lawn helper had come and gone. After his departure, the lawn was freshly mowed and smelled sweetly of cut grass and a small incursion of lily of the valley. The Sparrowhawk grilled steak for dinner, and I helped by cooking the sides: mushrooms and green onions, green beans, baked potatoes, and salad with cucumbers, avocados and tomatoes. I also helped him figure out how to make the very old charcoal left in the shed from last season actually light up and burn. I have a secret talent for setting things on fire. He read the Gettysburg Address, and we ate outside. Then I tried to cheer us up further by playing some music and reading aloud "The Admiral's Ghost" by Alfred Noyes, which somehow came up in my mental playlist. " . . . what matters . . . the patch on your eye or your pinned-up sleeve/If your soul's like a North Sea storm?"
In other news, the baby bunnies are big enough now to come out and frolic in our back yard at twilight.
I talked with Queenie, and then made the Sparrowhawk and me a holiday breakfast of bacon, an egg, and some hash browns. And then we both tried to get something done, and pretty much both failed. Not sure quite how that happens, but it does. Great plans retire to the fainting couch. Anyway, he eventually retired to take a nap, and I went outside with my tea, once our treasured lawn helper had come and gone. After his departure, the lawn was freshly mowed and smelled sweetly of cut grass and a small incursion of lily of the valley. The Sparrowhawk grilled steak for dinner, and I helped by cooking the sides: mushrooms and green onions, green beans, baked potatoes, and salad with cucumbers, avocados and tomatoes. I also helped him figure out how to make the very old charcoal left in the shed from last season actually light up and burn. I have a secret talent for setting things on fire. He read the Gettysburg Address, and we ate outside. Then I tried to cheer us up further by playing some music and reading aloud "The Admiral's Ghost" by Alfred Noyes, which somehow came up in my mental playlist. " . . . what matters . . . the patch on your eye or your pinned-up sleeve/If your soul's like a North Sea storm?"
In other news, the baby bunnies are big enough now to come out and frolic in our back yard at twilight.
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Date: 2026-05-26 02:58 pm (UTC)