sky is hazy shade of winter
or In Which Our Heroine Breaks Silence to Gloomily Grumble and Lament.
Last Monday I woke up with a sore throat and knew the end was coming.
Oh, I tried to put it off, I downed vitamin C and drank tea and gargled with salt water. But my mom had come down sick with a nasty sore throat/cold two weeks before, and sure enough I followed the pattern. I lost most of my voice, stayed home sick on Wednesday, continued downhill, called the doctor Thursday for an appointment, got one on Friday. He told me I was approaching bronchitis & gave me a prescription for amoxicillin, bless his heart. I think Friday was my worst point and I've been on the upswing, but I'm still coughing stuff up from my lungs, shambling about and having trouble staying awake. hmph.
Sunday morning my mom turned on the faucet to the kitchen sink and realized the end had come. Turns out this end was for our hot water heater, which was leaking onto the basement floor. I hastily moved various piles of junk around in the basement and garage, and boiled some water on the stove to get dishes washed. This morning I called up the plumber and left a message, but I harbor great trepidation over what "as soon as possible" will turn out to be. I may end up trundling over to the pool to wash my hair this afternoon.
Did I mention it was raining?
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Life continues. I am looking forward to Friday, when I shall fly down to visit my friend Lisa for the weekend and go to the opera to see Porgy and Bess [debuted in 1935, music by George Gershwin, libretto by DuBose Heyward, and lyrics by Ira Gershwin and DuBose Heyward]. Lisa is a big opera fan, but I've never been, so this will be a real treat. I've always wanted to see Porgy and Bess. My main experience with opera is watching a taped stage performance of The Magic Flute at my grandparents when I was little, and seeing a presentation of Carmen on the Boston Common one spring, where they performed it in English in an effort to make it more accessible (that was fun, a real picnic-like atmosphere with families). So yay, opera! Lisa says we do not have to dress up in Evening Wear, but I kinda wish I had the energy to go antique hunting for opera glasses and accessories. sadly a fur-trimmed opera cape is a bit out of my league. *g*
Our puppy Allie is growing in leaps and bounds. She is just over 5 months old, and has gotten quite leggy. Her grown-up fur is coming in - there's a nice copper tint to the gold but she won't be as dark as Hannah. I'll have to upload some pictures to share soon. We still can't trust Allie to wander around without supervision, so we take her on trips about the house on her leash, but she knows just where to find things she's not allowed (favorites being socks, underwear and any form of tissue) so these are brief. She's ok in her crate for up to 5 hrs, so since today is my day off I've put her in for several hours while I do things upstairs.
Yesterday my brother and I went to the Wethersfield library booksale, which was a real treat. It's a nice little rush to wait in line for the doors to open, and then run in and frantically comb the piles. Yesterday was the second of the two-day sale, and $5 a bag day. such fun. Meanwhile, I am very sad that I did not make it to this year's Conbust, the con up at Smith College in Northampton. I've been to that one twice and should really remember to eye it up each year - so many people I would have enjoyed seeing this time! - but given my health I wouldn't have made it in any event. pfft.
Chatting with tamnonlinear about Elizabeth Gaskell's North and South on a recent post of hers has me remembering how much fun I had back when I had the time & energy to stay up to date on my blog&journal reading list and find all kinds of the neat discussions to weigh in on. I miss that a lot. It seems if it's not one thing it's the next, keeping me in hair-tearing exhaustion, but it's a comfort to know everybody's out here and talking. Your light brightens my day.