Strategically lining the worlds between us
Rabbit, rabbit! This afternoon, I bought a card from Porter Square Books and a couple of venison bars from Cambridge Naturals and accompanied one of my husbands on an errand to Formaggio Kitchen. It was the most shopping I had done in person in fifteen months. I'm processing the experience. Porter Square Books sells more socks than I remembered.
I feel like I have forgotten how to write about days in which I interact with people for more than medical reasons, but today's reasons were really nice: after PT, I went over to spend the afternoon with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rushthatspeaks and Fox and celebrate gaudior's birthday when they got home in the evening. We estimated I had not been inside my cousins' apartment since I last helped them put in their air conditioner, which depending on the weather could mean as much as a full year ago. It took me most of the visit, but Mariana Trench eventually emerged to stretch her beautiful abyssal floof across my shoes and make leaving difficult. Rafe emerged instantly and did his best to gnaw on the top of my head as I lay on the couch with Rush-That-Speaks. I took off the shelf but did not get around to re-reading Mercedes Lackey's The Black Gryphon (1994), which was probably for the best. We decorated a carrot cake with clotted cream and strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries; we wrote the card for Gaudior; I ate rosewater loukoumi while hanging around the kitchen and was introduced to XOX Tasty Snack Pulled Pork, which if you need a vegan pork rind in your life, apparently look no further. Fox wanted me to read all three of his books at bedtime, so I read him Jane Yolen's Commander Toad and the Space Pirates (1987) and Commander Toad and the Planet of the Grapes (1982), which were staples of my own childhood when I had no experience of the space opera they were parodying, and Jonathan Stutzman's Tiny T. Rex and the Impossible Hug (2019), which is deeply adorable and contains the important life lesson that a cactus is not the best thing to practice hugging on. For dinner, we had ravioli with porcini mushrooms and a lemon parsley butter sauce that Rush eyeballed from scratch. I even got to talk to rax and their not-on-DW? partner over Discord. And then Rush drove me home and my other husband and I took care of our own cats, one of whom has just draped his tail across the keyboard in a bid to add to the conversation. He probably wants me to translate snapper-up of unconsidered trifles into Homeric Greek. I should find out how The Cambridge Greek Lexicon renders κάμμορος.
I agree with all the slogans about how we cannot consent to return to normal because the previous definition of normal was desperately broken, but in terms of the kind of normal I would like to have in my life, today was a good example.
I feel like I have forgotten how to write about days in which I interact with people for more than medical reasons, but today's reasons were really nice: after PT, I went over to spend the afternoon with
rushthatspeaks and Fox and celebrate gaudior's birthday when they got home in the evening. We estimated I had not been inside my cousins' apartment since I last helped them put in their air conditioner, which depending on the weather could mean as much as a full year ago. It took me most of the visit, but Mariana Trench eventually emerged to stretch her beautiful abyssal floof across my shoes and make leaving difficult. Rafe emerged instantly and did his best to gnaw on the top of my head as I lay on the couch with Rush-That-Speaks. I took off the shelf but did not get around to re-reading Mercedes Lackey's The Black Gryphon (1994), which was probably for the best. We decorated a carrot cake with clotted cream and strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries; we wrote the card for Gaudior; I ate rosewater loukoumi while hanging around the kitchen and was introduced to XOX Tasty Snack Pulled Pork, which if you need a vegan pork rind in your life, apparently look no further. Fox wanted me to read all three of his books at bedtime, so I read him Jane Yolen's Commander Toad and the Space Pirates (1987) and Commander Toad and the Planet of the Grapes (1982), which were staples of my own childhood when I had no experience of the space opera they were parodying, and Jonathan Stutzman's Tiny T. Rex and the Impossible Hug (2019), which is deeply adorable and contains the important life lesson that a cactus is not the best thing to practice hugging on. For dinner, we had ravioli with porcini mushrooms and a lemon parsley butter sauce that Rush eyeballed from scratch. I even got to talk to rax and their not-on-DW? partner over Discord. And then Rush drove me home and my other husband and I took care of our own cats, one of whom has just draped his tail across the keyboard in a bid to add to the conversation. He probably wants me to translate snapper-up of unconsidered trifles into Homeric Greek. I should find out how The Cambridge Greek Lexicon renders κάμμορος.I agree with all the slogans about how we cannot consent to return to normal because the previous definition of normal was desperately broken, but in terms of the kind of normal I would like to have in my life, today was a good example.
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I also greatly admired Hestia's Homeric epithet and the conjuring up of it, as it were, but am finding my own approach to a good normality a bit hectic and am not commenting promptly or in the right place.
P.
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Thank you! In an ideally normal world, I would have bought a book from the bookstore and some goat's milk from the market, but I can try for those things in future.
I also greatly admired Hestia's Homeric epithet and the conjuring up of it, as it were, but am finding my own approach to a good normality a bit hectic and am not commenting promptly or in the right place.
I appreciate the comment nonetheless.
*hugs*
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*contemplates vegan pork rinds*
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You're welcome! I hope you have similar days in your own time.
*contemplates vegan pork rinds*
They are not at all pork-rind-like in texture, but the taste is startlingly close and I appreciate the visual effect of the stripes. I ate half a bag out of genuine liking and confusion.
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This seems a perfectly excellent recap of a day spent interacting with people for more than medical reasons so I think it is safe to say that you have not forgotten how, even if you feel awkward and out-of-practice in the writing.
I am glad you had a good day of the sort that would be an excellent norm in your life.
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This is good to hear. I want these things not to feel weird to record. Thank you.
I am glad you had a good day of the sort that would be an excellent norm in your life.
*hugs*
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Thank you.
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The weather was even good!
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It is indeed important, both for life and for safety. We had to teach Eaglet that even before they were speaking English. Miraculously, they believed us and has never had a serious cactus encounter.
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I am glad to hear it!
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That makes sense: they believe you when you say that something's serious.
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Goes hand-in-hand with, when the toddler falls over, assume they're okay unless they cry, because they take their cues from the caretaker; no fusses over spills, just an "Oh well, that happens, let's clean it up together"; and if a kid doesn't get how to do something new after two tries, show them "the trick" then have them show it to you back.
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Thank you!
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I'd try the vegan pork rinds, even though it's a meat I hated long before I gave them all up. I'm trying to figure out if that's the US equivalent of pork scratchings? A Black Country delicacy, that one.
I hope Commander Toad is no relation of the motorcar-obsessive Mr T - I'd hate to think of him murmuring "poop-poop" on his starship travels.
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Thank you!
*hugs*
I'm trying to figure out if that's the US equivalent of pork scratchings? A Black Country delicacy, that one.
Yes, I think so. Often called "cracklings" in this country.
I hope Commander Toad is no relation of the motorcar-obsessive Mr T - I'd hate to think of him murmuring "poop-poop" on his starship travels.
No, fortunately, he's much more in the line of space exploration opera, with infinite pop-culture sfnal puns. His ship is called the Star Warts. His first officer is the even-tempered Mr. Hop.
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Love to all of you.
Nine
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*hugs*
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Mariana Trench is an amazing name for a cat (or for a female detective in a parody hardboiled noir story, maybe...)
Happy belated first of June!
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Same, in the case of Porter Square Books. I just didn't expect them.
Mariana Trench is an amazing name for a cat (or for a female detective in a parody hardboiled noir story, maybe...)
Fox named her; she is black with a silver stippling as of bioluminescence. But I also like your parenthetical ideal.
Happy belated first of June!
Thank you! Likewise.