medical leave day 8: tired. and a tiny bit grumpy.

darlings.

a bad night.

we’ll leave it there.

but a delicious friend (So yummy and late-summer-tanned from Provincetown) came to get us this morning so we could get some air and be a tiny bit social but then we had to ask to be taken home again, carrying the blue pashmina and a fan (just can’t regulate our poor body temperature – ah – a future indication of the mid-life-of-ladies-moment – ok, we’re not going to Go There right now ;-)

*weak wave of humour/humor from sick bed and a cough and a silent chortle and a shake of the head – carefully – with taut neck covering still in place*

will report back post-surgeon-check-up later but we had some lovely moments yesterday and wanted to share them (btw, someone from the Day Job sent a bouquet – relief – a Kind Man).

so medical leave day 7 started with a visit from mC – we did a few errands (clearly the words “ran errands” would be rather erroneous) – namely posting letters (we are Very Old-Fashioned), buying a glossy magazine (she carried our parcels as we cannot), quick trip to chemists and then the deli for cheese (a slice of cheddar is the only way we don’t – um – throw up – post calcium pills).

KATE came at 2pm! it was a truly delicious visit. she looked very chic in these tortoiseshell glasses and a lovely crisp button-down shirt. she offered her arm (so gallant) and walked us round the block and then read Armistead (it would be breaking a confidence to say there was a Very Good Anecdote regarding the provenance of aforementioned SF tale – trust us – it was an excellent one).

the downstairs bell rang several times yesterday – we rarely answer unless we know we have a lady/gentleman caller – and our friends know this (Love Being Understood) so they txted us to say “open up later, we are sending roses” – so we checked the little two-way monitor and sure enough various delivery chaps with arms of delicious fleurs were there at intervals.

we are blessed.

mP sent white daisies (so hopeful a flower, non?) and george sent these elegant roses – and several more arrived throughout the day. we are feeling Very MovieStar dressing room around here, tis true.

JST came for the evening stroll and read to us by a low lamp as we curled up on the sofa in our Noel Coward celestial blue robe (winter weight for evening chills) and warm wool socks. he brought news of some sad nature and we can’t mention it here but if you’re reading this, we are sending you Much Love from Our Sick Bed to Yours, dear one.

the POST arrived! and – with it – a splendid CD “mix-tape” from dZ – a very inspired, clever and well-rounded list of tracks. we just imported it into our iTouch thingy – here’s how it looks……don’t you agree? inspired….

delicious.

alright, darlings, we have to lie down gently on the sofa again and listen to dZ’s playlist from a more prone position – this weak illness crap is Not Fun.

more later………..don’t forget to write. (and we apologize/apologise for not responding as we like to do – the flesh is weak even if the spirit is willing……YOU know how it is.)

 

et in arcadia ego: or many roads point to gloria.

thanks to dZ for this one……

and we are especially tickled pink that he stopped the car en route to practicing with the band and stopped to take a picture. we love that kind of behaviour/behavior/kindness.

the most splendid moment in our email conversation (although we believe he was being most modern and using his “smart phone” judging from the “header” in our “string” as the young people say – or, more likely, the geeks we know and love from early email mid-90s might still write) was when we said (with a vast squeal of glee upon opening the picture)

“oh! where WERE you?”

and he said:

“i was in arcadia”

which of course made us think of Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited as this is the title of chapter one:

et in arcadia ego

isn’t that completely delicious?

if you require any excuse at all to languish on one’s elongated chaise (as you know we will be from september 9th until the 29th on – sigh – medical leave) and watch the entire mini-series here’s your supplier:

by the way, we spotted THIS sign for gloria in hamburg in 2007 when we were speaking at a conference in our RL persona. sigh. we are/were so ridiculously well-travelled/traveled/experienced in world affairs/romantic entanglements (although in Hamburg, Germany, in case you needed clarification, the romantic entanglement we had in mind never quite got going – gosh no, not a Local Love, but a Visiting American…….so we took a train into the city itself and had a most enjoyable evening instead. Another Story indeed.)