Friday was the ‘lost’ day, and Saturday I had so many seizures I lost arm, hand, trunk, neck, and head usage. The worker had to feed a spoon at a time, and chewing was hard going. I had recovered somewhat and determined that if there was sun, ‘even a little bit’ that we would head out to take pictures of Sakura, the opening cherry blossoms.
Saturday night we played a game where each person guesses for points the answer to questions from drawn cards like ‘What career other than the current one would they most desire’ (Linda’s surprise is still wanting to run a stationary shop….or be an independent manager with teaching….but still ordering stationary), ‘What is the favorite colour’, ‘Leader or Follower?’ and ‘When do they refill the gas/petrol tank: a) half full, b) quarter full, c) when it is close to E for EMPTY’: I said, “Linda would have the indicator BELOW empty, with the emergency light blinking and still say, “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get to work and then for groceries.”
We went to drop Cheryl off for the Ferry, and I asked Linda to stop here and there to take pictures of the cherry trees. I suggested we go to Beacon Hill Park and see the Cherry tree there, and she said okay, but needed to stop first.
“Some more gas, and before you ask, YES, it is BELOW the E and the light has been blinking a while.”
As a ‘fill it once it gets to half’ person, I’ve learned that many things can be changed, but some things can’t. I remember when I was first serious about Linda I really wanted to see her room. When she showed me I sighed and said, “Oh good, you’re messy too!”
She did not look complimented.
“Ah, but if we were to move in together,” I told her, “having one neat nut and one um..not so neat would be trouble.” She nodded her head at this logic, “Besides,” I added, “living with someone like my mother would be hell.”
“True!” Linda had already been over to our ‘perfect’ house which I had to vacuumed, with all the furniture moved, once a week, not a book or post-it note in sight, everything in its place and even a display of magazines (‘for guests to read NOT you’). My mother immediately apologized several times for ‘the place being a total mess.’ And did so every time anyone came to visit.
We wouldn't mind cleaning up some more; but we are not at each other over not using a coaster.
At Beacon Hill park we wheeled down to where I had seen the eagle. I spotted some squirrels, so I think the eagle was away (so doth the prey play). But a Blue Heron had landed by the lower bridge, and it let Linda and I come very, very close before it finally decided to take off, legs trailing, then banked left and flew away.
We wheeled down, toward the parking lot, where I had seen a male peacock jump and climb up into a tree in order to display his plumage all the better (spring is coming after all). We wheeled on, past a theatre or troupe taking photos in costumes, with the old style tripod stilt cameras to the large cedar tree at the corner. It was free of children climbing over it, so I suggested that Linda do so, and I would take her picture (wheeling over roots is no joke).
From there it was home to watch more of the BBC Earth Documentary series on the Arctic and Antarctic. Sunshine, Herons, cherry blossoms plus a peacock and Linda both preening up in a tree; not a bad afternoon.
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