Category: Peonyiana

OK, if this were the HMS or the Ragemonkey blog, I would have all kinds of entries up about how I was taking over the blog, demanding to be addressed as Her Serene Majesty Peony the Benevolent and Clever, appointing myself Liturgist-in-Chief over all English-speaking countries, and naming my cabinet. But alas, real life is… Continue reading Busy

I just got back from a day of sitting around and waiting. First I had an eye exam, and got the good news that my eyes had actually improved! The bad news: I still needed new glasses. My old ones were now too strong and were throwing off my eyes’ coordination. I tried to pick… Continue reading Sigh

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Today I got the most astonishing mail — an flyer from this fine outreach of the Archdiocese of Washington, inviting me to “call and discuss my needs.” Oh brother! And why today?

It turned out to be a busy week. I’m too weary to recount the whole tale, but it involves the hated basement waterproofing company. They had a plan to correct the swamp forming in our front yard by running an underground line from the sump pump discharge line under our lawn to drain out through… Continue reading Busy

Well, poor little Hambet was sick on Thursday and Friday. He didn’t even have the energy to be crabby; he just draped himself on the bed or on a chair and just looked at me. It was just too piteous, so I spent a lot of time with him draped on my lap. On Friday… Continue reading Strike the yellow flag

Poor Hambet had a fever all day yesterday. He hasn’t been crabby at all, but he’s been content to just stay curled up on the bed or in a chair — it’s weird to see him so droopy. His appetite’s not great, but he’s keeping down what he does eat and drink. At first I… Continue reading Hoist the yellow flag

Today my friend Iris took a half-day off work and came up for a visit. We loaded Hambet into the car and took off for a day of shopping. Other women go to the mall, but Iris and I hate shopping for clothes. We went scouting used bookstores. There are six within reasonable driving distance;… Continue reading Retail Therapy