Myrtle of Bloom
Jun. 10th, 2018 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoI'm happy to report that my olive branch to the Duchess was accepted, and we are now back in a state of good understanding, and all is well. Honestly, I can't blame her for being in a condition that made misunderstandings easy. I'm sure I wasn't as clear as I meant to be. It has just been a tough week.
This morning, we had a special service at church to celebrate our indispensable music minister's 10-year anniversary. Guests from a sister church joined the choir, so it was really big, and they sang beautifully. The oboeist and flutist were singing in the choir, so it was just Miss Z and me on the violin, plus the bass player, as accompanists for the choir. I still felt pretty bad this morning, but I'm glad I went, because Miss Z is off to college, and this may be the last time I get to play with her. We puzzled out our parts for the choir together and sang "Blue Boat Home" from the same page. I'm fond of her, and she's an amazing musician. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
The Sparrowhawk brought over our contribution to the potluck. Last time there was potluck, we ran out of food! And UU potluck tends to be kind of pitiful (in my opinion) anyway. Gluten free noodles with vegan adornments are not really a thing I like to eat, even if there is enough to go around. Today, we brought a large dish of chicken thighs and rice cooked with jerk spices and salsa. Everyone else had the same idea and stepped up the contributions, so this time we had food left over. For the vegans, there was some yummy tikka masala with chickpeas, and good salads.
I didn't get any more work done at home, because the Sparrowhawk's half-brother, Fritz, stopped by for a couple of hours. He lives across the state, but he enjoys driving around and exploring. Today would have been their father's 104th birthday, so it was a good day for them to reminisce together. another of this week's stressful things is that I'm worried about the Sparrowhawk. He tires easily, and his walking has become worse. He cooked the potluck food yesterday, but not before he had to take a nap in the morning. Today when he brought it to church, he parked temporarily in the handicapped zone because he felt as if he didn't want to walk across the parking lot carrying the heavy pan. He's seeing the neurologist this week. I hope this is just a temporary downturn . . . or that the doctor has an idea . . . or something.
This morning, we had a special service at church to celebrate our indispensable music minister's 10-year anniversary. Guests from a sister church joined the choir, so it was really big, and they sang beautifully. The oboeist and flutist were singing in the choir, so it was just Miss Z and me on the violin, plus the bass player, as accompanists for the choir. I still felt pretty bad this morning, but I'm glad I went, because Miss Z is off to college, and this may be the last time I get to play with her. We puzzled out our parts for the choir together and sang "Blue Boat Home" from the same page. I'm fond of her, and she's an amazing musician. I'm glad I didn't miss it.
The Sparrowhawk brought over our contribution to the potluck. Last time there was potluck, we ran out of food! And UU potluck tends to be kind of pitiful (in my opinion) anyway. Gluten free noodles with vegan adornments are not really a thing I like to eat, even if there is enough to go around. Today, we brought a large dish of chicken thighs and rice cooked with jerk spices and salsa. Everyone else had the same idea and stepped up the contributions, so this time we had food left over. For the vegans, there was some yummy tikka masala with chickpeas, and good salads.
I didn't get any more work done at home, because the Sparrowhawk's half-brother, Fritz, stopped by for a couple of hours. He lives across the state, but he enjoys driving around and exploring. Today would have been their father's 104th birthday, so it was a good day for them to reminisce together. another of this week's stressful things is that I'm worried about the Sparrowhawk. He tires easily, and his walking has become worse. He cooked the potluck food yesterday, but not before he had to take a nap in the morning. Today when he brought it to church, he parked temporarily in the handicapped zone because he felt as if he didn't want to walk across the parking lot carrying the heavy pan. He's seeing the neurologist this week. I hope this is just a temporary downturn . . . or that the doctor has an idea . . . or something.
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Date: 2018-06-11 12:49 pm (UTC)