SaffronCod of Zenith
Jul. 1st, 2017 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe mysterious fever mysteriously disappeared. I got the problem with my mother's medications settled to the best of my ability. The assisted care residence is having a lot of problems with their pharmacy service. This is not acceptable to me, but it's a problem they have to solve for themselves. They tell me they're working on it "at the highest levels." I wish them luck. Meanwhile I think I know how to make sure my mother gets what she needs. Until the next crisis, anyway.
I need a new schedule! I've been trying to make sure the Sparrowhawk gets enough sleep, which means I keep realizing it's time to fold up just before I was going to blog! I would have blogged yesterday, but we ended up visiting until after 10 with an old high school friend of the Sparrowhawk's. She comes to town every so often to see family, and we usually take her out to dinner. We had plans to do that last week, but she arrived from Chicago with food poisoning and promptly went to the ER and was hospitalized for a week. Last night, she was finally well enough to go out, and was desperate for actual human contact in a setting that was not a hospital or hotel room.
I got my Readercon tentative schedule, with four panels and a reading. All the panels sound exciting and fun. Often, one or two of them drop off as schedules are consolidated and participants decline or whatever, but whichever ones I end up doing for sure will be great--I hope. In addition to being excited, I'm now anxious about doing a good job. Every Readercon panel sounds like the abstract for a potential PhD thesis, and I run around going "I'M NOT READY!!" and thinking about everything I should have read for this but now I don't have time . . . . I have to remind myself that all I really need is enough sound bites to fill my share of a 50 minute panel.
And between now and Readercon, we have to figure out how to have a fun holiday with no children or grandchildren. : ( It doesn't seem like the 4th with no kids around to blow things up. Or, in young Raptor's case, to put his hands over his ears and run inside to be snuggled by his Dad. On second thought, maybe he'll be happier at home. But we miss him tremendously. We'll have to go out and buy the exploding tanks and chickens on our own.
I need a new schedule! I've been trying to make sure the Sparrowhawk gets enough sleep, which means I keep realizing it's time to fold up just before I was going to blog! I would have blogged yesterday, but we ended up visiting until after 10 with an old high school friend of the Sparrowhawk's. She comes to town every so often to see family, and we usually take her out to dinner. We had plans to do that last week, but she arrived from Chicago with food poisoning and promptly went to the ER and was hospitalized for a week. Last night, she was finally well enough to go out, and was desperate for actual human contact in a setting that was not a hospital or hotel room.
I got my Readercon tentative schedule, with four panels and a reading. All the panels sound exciting and fun. Often, one or two of them drop off as schedules are consolidated and participants decline or whatever, but whichever ones I end up doing for sure will be great--I hope. In addition to being excited, I'm now anxious about doing a good job. Every Readercon panel sounds like the abstract for a potential PhD thesis, and I run around going "I'M NOT READY!!" and thinking about everything I should have read for this but now I don't have time . . . . I have to remind myself that all I really need is enough sound bites to fill my share of a 50 minute panel.
And between now and Readercon, we have to figure out how to have a fun holiday with no children or grandchildren. : ( It doesn't seem like the 4th with no kids around to blow things up. Or, in young Raptor's case, to put his hands over his ears and run inside to be snuggled by his Dad. On second thought, maybe he'll be happier at home. But we miss him tremendously. We'll have to go out and buy the exploding tanks and chickens on our own.
