Tuesday, April 13, 2004
I just wrote and uploaded...
...a new extemporaneous essay, Medicating Rhythm. The circumstances of the writing of the essay are explained in the first paragraph. One other circumstance, that today has been a relaxing day for me, a body easing and mind clearing day, contributed heavily to its writing.
The superficialities of Mom's day today are covered in the above essay. Her mood was good, mellow. When I invited her to a couple of rounds of after-breakfast Sorry she declined, admitting that all she wanted to do was stare out our windows and think about nothing. A reasonable request. We watched the weather, I cleaned fans, did the usual chores, picked up here and there. She moved into the living room, we turned off the TV and chatted about the rest of the week. We planned a short-notice, serendipitous All Mom's Ascendant Mothers and Her Mother's Day Celebration which may not come to pass but we think it's a terrific idea and there's a possibility of it happening this year. We talked about the roses. I started one hole and hit bedrock so decided to give up. When Mom headed in for a nap today I followed her by about two hours and slept for a good, hard two and a half hours.
Tomorrow, today, rather, we have appointments, plans, calls to make, a week to approach. But today's been a good day. I have high hopes for the rest of the week, even though last night Mom was saying that she didn't want to extend our impending pick-up-taxes trip.
Later.
The superficialities of Mom's day today are covered in the above essay. Her mood was good, mellow. When I invited her to a couple of rounds of after-breakfast Sorry she declined, admitting that all she wanted to do was stare out our windows and think about nothing. A reasonable request. We watched the weather, I cleaned fans, did the usual chores, picked up here and there. She moved into the living room, we turned off the TV and chatted about the rest of the week. We planned a short-notice, serendipitous All Mom's Ascendant Mothers and Her Mother's Day Celebration which may not come to pass but we think it's a terrific idea and there's a possibility of it happening this year. We talked about the roses. I started one hole and hit bedrock so decided to give up. When Mom headed in for a nap today I followed her by about two hours and slept for a good, hard two and a half hours.
Tomorrow, today, rather, we have appointments, plans, calls to make, a week to approach. But today's been a good day. I have high hopes for the rest of the week, even though last night Mom was saying that she didn't want to extend our impending pick-up-taxes trip.
Later.
