The Luck in Action
Monday, June 9th, 2025 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What went before ONE: Well, that was more excitement than I wanted from lunch.
First, I spilled almost an entire box of elbow macaroni over the kitchen floor -- I always try to catch things. Often I do catch them. Even more often, the result is worse than if I had just let whatever it is fall.
Rook came rushing to the scene of the catastrophe, looked at the mess, looked up me ("Mom. What the Hell?"), then assisted in clean-up by finding the macaronis that had taken cover under the cabinets, and smacking at least one to its Forever Home under the stove.
Eventually, I got back to the cooking part of the process, and it was lunch, and I even have leftovers for lunch-in-future.
Rook's been practicing taking selfies:
What went before TWO: Well. A Compleat Change of Plan.
I did get some writing done, but after lunch, I noticed that my back hurt, and my hips hurt, and my knees hurt, and -- you get the picture, I'm sure. So! I took a couple aspirin (I'm holding on to the High Test until I'm sure I have a doctor who can prescribe more, OR until aspirin doesn't do the trick), and then I -- wait for it -- took a nap.
Woke up somewhat less achy, approached the keyboard, and remembered that today's shopping trip to the freezer had Revealed An Error.
I was out of blueberry muffins.
Clearly, that situation could not stand, and a batch of blueberry muffins is finishing up baking as I type this.
Next, I need to go back down to the basement to see if I still have blueberries. Which tangentially reminds me that I ought to be making a grocery list. (EDITED TO ADD: I have blueberries.)
So! Minor amounts of writing completed today.
Here, have a snippet: "No, Bechimo had accepted Theo Waitley as captain, and there was nothing that could induce one of Korval, be she kin or be she clan, to relinquish a ship that was in her hand. She had been adamantine, had Captain Waitley, and admitted no error – which had only made him more determined to reft the ship from her."
Oh. The muffins are out:
Monday. Glary, damp and coolish. Windows are open in my office.
Breakfast was . . . different from planned, due to the fact that the cottage cheese appeared to have Mystery Inclusions. So! instead of half a blueberry muffin with a side of cottage cheese, I had half a blueberry muffin with cream cheese. Lunch is likely be a sweet potato, since I'm not feeling All That ambitious.
I hereby report an Instance of the Lee-Miller Sloppy Luck. I had cut two roses off the new bush two days ago, and put them in a bud vase on the dining room table, where they remained, undisturbed and cheery, until!
. . .I'm guessing last night. Maybe early this morning. A Person Unknown -- *cough* Tali *cough* -- knocked the bud vase over onto a pile consisting of a SanDisk mp3 player attached to a pair of headphones, which was sitting on the case (closed) of another pair of headphones, which was next to a large book.
Reader, most of the water was still in the vase. The mp3 player was slightly damp, but is working. Both sets of headphones are untouched, as is the book. The tablecloth was a little damp, but it needed to be changed, anyway.
I did not sleep well last night, and my back is still bothering me. It occurs to me that the chiropractor was not attached to the hospital that left, so perhaps a phone call to see if I still have an In there is in order. (EDITED TO ADD: I still have an In, and better yet? An appointment for this afternoon.)
Otherwise, today is a writing day. No, really. I mean it.
Looking forward to the rest of the week, tomorrow evening is sewing, after which I'll go to the grocery. Wednesday, I am to reside in a State of Anticipation of the arrival of the Home Visit Nurse, sometime between 8am and noon. Thursday morning Ashley will arrive, and Friday morning, I get a haircut.
I should sometime soon see what's to do in Bath, so I can have some fun and find out where my doctor's new practice is. Maybe there's a Reny's.
That's the news from the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.
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