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Mar. 16th, 2003 11:40 amYesterday was one of those early-spring days we get if we're lucky. I didn't perhaps make the best use of it. I did get up early and run over to Eric's to see to the cat, who was slightly puzzled but very amiable. When I got home again David, bless him, was wrapping not just the book but the oddly-shapped cutting board for his sister's birthday, so I got to run upstairs, make and drink coffee, give Raphael a back rub, and talk to her a bit about cool fictional stuff before dashing off to Northfield.
We collected my mother and went on our way. There was a lot of traffic. David actually had to turn on the air conditioner from time to time, it was so warm and sunny. We had a rather depressing conversation about the current political situation and climate. Luckily we are largely in agreement about it all. The specific disagreement I remember had to do with what fate the people presently wrecking our country deserve, in an ideal universe. I can deal with that level of disagreement.
The social event was very low-key but quite enjoyable. David's sister liked her presents. Her sweetie and his son were there, which was nice, since we don't see them as often. We had spinach lasagna (with tofu for me, rather than ricotta: the dish is made by rolling portions of spinach, ricotta, and seasonings up in individual lasagna noodles, standing them on their ends, pouring tomato sauce over them, and baking them, so it was easy enough to make me three of them filled with tofu and spinach. My mother had brought tabouli on request, since Barbara said everybody would eat it. The young one didn't actually do so, but nobody made a big fuss at him. We also had some lovely hard rolls that only David's mother can make properly, even though she gave the the recipe and a piece of woollen blanket to cover the rising dough with. Indian pudding for dessert, with vanilla ice cream. There was orange sorbet for me, since the pudding was not vegan at all.
In the pause before dinner I went outside. Mary knew what I was about; she came to the back door at one point and asked me if I could see any signs of life yet. Almost all her snow was gone, but the ground was still frozen under the soggy first few inches, and aside from a few small green leaves on the coral bells, which might have been preserved from last year, there was no new life. She did point out the buds on the rhododendron.
The sky was pale blue and thinly decorated with long clouds. At one point I thought, what a strange cloud that is, and then realized that it was the waxing, nearly-full moon, abroad in daylight, looking like a disk cut out of very thin paper, so all the shadows on its face were the color of the sky, as if the sky showed through it as it did through the clouds. After sunset I peered out the window, and saw the now-solid pale yellow moon riding higher and looking infinitely further away.
I had a lovely time, and have had other smaller lovely times over the past few days, but at the same time I miss Eric so much I sometimes feel I can't breathe. Last time he went to California he was able to send me email and to call me almost at once, but that isn't happening this time. I know from my own experience the difficulty of doing those things when one is a house guest, not to mention completely frazzled in about fifteen directions, and I don't feel tha any blame attaches to him. But I feel very forlorn.
It hasn't been three days. I am such an idiot.
Pamela
We collected my mother and went on our way. There was a lot of traffic. David actually had to turn on the air conditioner from time to time, it was so warm and sunny. We had a rather depressing conversation about the current political situation and climate. Luckily we are largely in agreement about it all. The specific disagreement I remember had to do with what fate the people presently wrecking our country deserve, in an ideal universe. I can deal with that level of disagreement.
The social event was very low-key but quite enjoyable. David's sister liked her presents. Her sweetie and his son were there, which was nice, since we don't see them as often. We had spinach lasagna (with tofu for me, rather than ricotta: the dish is made by rolling portions of spinach, ricotta, and seasonings up in individual lasagna noodles, standing them on their ends, pouring tomato sauce over them, and baking them, so it was easy enough to make me three of them filled with tofu and spinach. My mother had brought tabouli on request, since Barbara said everybody would eat it. The young one didn't actually do so, but nobody made a big fuss at him. We also had some lovely hard rolls that only David's mother can make properly, even though she gave the the recipe and a piece of woollen blanket to cover the rising dough with. Indian pudding for dessert, with vanilla ice cream. There was orange sorbet for me, since the pudding was not vegan at all.
In the pause before dinner I went outside. Mary knew what I was about; she came to the back door at one point and asked me if I could see any signs of life yet. Almost all her snow was gone, but the ground was still frozen under the soggy first few inches, and aside from a few small green leaves on the coral bells, which might have been preserved from last year, there was no new life. She did point out the buds on the rhododendron.
The sky was pale blue and thinly decorated with long clouds. At one point I thought, what a strange cloud that is, and then realized that it was the waxing, nearly-full moon, abroad in daylight, looking like a disk cut out of very thin paper, so all the shadows on its face were the color of the sky, as if the sky showed through it as it did through the clouds. After sunset I peered out the window, and saw the now-solid pale yellow moon riding higher and looking infinitely further away.
I had a lovely time, and have had other smaller lovely times over the past few days, but at the same time I miss Eric so much I sometimes feel I can't breathe. Last time he went to California he was able to send me email and to call me almost at once, but that isn't happening this time. I know from my own experience the difficulty of doing those things when one is a house guest, not to mention completely frazzled in about fifteen directions, and I don't feel tha any blame attaches to him. But I feel very forlorn.
It hasn't been three days. I am such an idiot.
Pamela
