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dancing_crow) wrote2015-05-03 09:16 pm
dancing_crow) wrote2015-05-03 09:16 pm
gnar
no news is no news
S is still in the hospital with a drain on the other side of her lungs
H is finishing high school with minimum effort, and looking at prom dresses
they are determined not to stress the other with finances, which just sseems like a recipe for disaster, and I am not sure if I should say anything, what kind of authority I have to say... anything. I want to propose a radical honesty, with kindness. Too many times honesty is taken as license to be a dick, and that isn't the purpose, it just seems like not hiding things would make their lives so much easier right now.
On the pony front, no sooner do i think, and write in an email, that i am missing the horse, and the barn people, but not feeling a desparate urge to go there and go through the prepatory scrimmage and the clean up after myself... and Nuada's owner wants to know if I could maybe ride a day this week. Which i could, and it would be lovely, thank you.
I am being haunted by circles still, but they are getting smaller, and i am wavering about colors. I have a couple to finish stitching, and then I realized I have always wanted to make a mended tea cup piece - Kintsugi - from fabric. i was dreaming how to go about that on the way home today.
Oh - took my dad to see Pirates of Penzance. It was the local performing arts high school, which is a charter school, and which is lottery in not audition in, but they are excellent, and they had verve and enthusiasm which cannot be matched by geezers. My dad was enchanted and pleased. My favorite part was Ruth, the piratical maid of all-work had a GIGANTIC wooden spoon with a cutlass handle that she kept in a sheath on her belt. And she'd pull it out and smack people with it. I want one of those, please.
Poor Alice had a total meltdown as we were supposed to be leaving, so she and Al snuggeld on the couch and regathered composure. She doesn't crump so much anymore but it is still ugly when it happens. She's better now. popsicles, sunshine, and a book in a hammock seems to have repaired her spirits.
S is still in the hospital with a drain on the other side of her lungs
H is finishing high school with minimum effort, and looking at prom dresses
they are determined not to stress the other with finances, which just sseems like a recipe for disaster, and I am not sure if I should say anything, what kind of authority I have to say... anything. I want to propose a radical honesty, with kindness. Too many times honesty is taken as license to be a dick, and that isn't the purpose, it just seems like not hiding things would make their lives so much easier right now.
On the pony front, no sooner do i think, and write in an email, that i am missing the horse, and the barn people, but not feeling a desparate urge to go there and go through the prepatory scrimmage and the clean up after myself... and Nuada's owner wants to know if I could maybe ride a day this week. Which i could, and it would be lovely, thank you.
I am being haunted by circles still, but they are getting smaller, and i am wavering about colors. I have a couple to finish stitching, and then I realized I have always wanted to make a mended tea cup piece - Kintsugi - from fabric. i was dreaming how to go about that on the way home today.
Oh - took my dad to see Pirates of Penzance. It was the local performing arts high school, which is a charter school, and which is lottery in not audition in, but they are excellent, and they had verve and enthusiasm which cannot be matched by geezers. My dad was enchanted and pleased. My favorite part was Ruth, the piratical maid of all-work had a GIGANTIC wooden spoon with a cutlass handle that she kept in a sheath on her belt. And she'd pull it out and smack people with it. I want one of those, please.
Poor Alice had a total meltdown as we were supposed to be leaving, so she and Al snuggeld on the couch and regathered composure. She doesn't crump so much anymore but it is still ugly when it happens. She's better now. popsicles, sunshine, and a book in a hammock seems to have repaired her spirits.