dreamworld morning
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badgerbagWoke up early whimpering with pain and had difficulty getting up. Vaguely remember begging D. for pastry and coffee. I slowly thrashed around in bed and drifted in and out of sleep for hours. By 11am I felt okay and was hobbling around the house. Read several Josephine Tey novels (in the last few days - only one this morning) The thing wrong and stuck in my back is still giving me terrible trouble.
Then Moomin and I went out to 24th street; got A. excellent presents (snake bracelet for upper arm, Redwall graphic novel) Had lunch at the st. francis diner, walked down one of the mural alleys, and went to the rec swim hour at Garfield. The pool was decently warm and half was roped off for kids. I stayed in the other half. Took codeine and tylenol since just taking off my shirt had been kind of an ordeal. NOT FUN. But the pool was fun. I loosened up. Moomin dove for rings and splashed around securely goggled up and thus invulnerable. Lots of kids there knew me because they are in A.'s class at J-Serra. I did a lot of careful deep breathing while floating on my back and trying to straighten my back all the way. I am afraid of getting stuck hunched over.
On the way back we looked in the windows of all the shops on the other side of 24th and then grocery shopped in one of the guadalupe markets & got sodas in the fizzary.
Took umpty-zillion photos of Moomin reading in various locations. Thought (not for first or last time) of my translation of J. de Ibar's very sentimental prose poem (section 4)
horrible bus driver shut the door in my face when M. was already on the bus. I started yelling and kind of shaking my fist. Yeah that'll help. But after a long moment and a staring contest (I believe I may have curled my lip in regal disdain) he opened up. omfg I wanted to tell him off. But i did not. I was covered in pool things and grocery bags and had an open soda in my lap and just wanted to go my 8 blocks up the hill and get off again with minimal fuss. Moomin was pretty mad at the driver and told me he would have known where to get off again and knew I would just come on the next bus (sensible!) But that he had planned what to say to the driver as he exited. (Um, did you NOTICE that you SHUT THE DOOR IN MY MOM'S FACE?)
I am trembling with exhaustion but yatima has invited me to the imperial spa and will drive us. So am going to try to nap for an hour then go out and lie in whatever steam room they ahve there. I know this is not entirely wise. But it sounds so nice. I will regret it when it takes me 5 hours instead of 3 to stop whimpering tomorrow morning.
Then Moomin and I went out to 24th street; got A. excellent presents (snake bracelet for upper arm, Redwall graphic novel) Had lunch at the st. francis diner, walked down one of the mural alleys, and went to the rec swim hour at Garfield. The pool was decently warm and half was roped off for kids. I stayed in the other half. Took codeine and tylenol since just taking off my shirt had been kind of an ordeal. NOT FUN. But the pool was fun. I loosened up. Moomin dove for rings and splashed around securely goggled up and thus invulnerable. Lots of kids there knew me because they are in A.'s class at J-Serra. I did a lot of careful deep breathing while floating on my back and trying to straighten my back all the way. I am afraid of getting stuck hunched over.
On the way back we looked in the windows of all the shops on the other side of 24th and then grocery shopped in one of the guadalupe markets & got sodas in the fizzary.
Took umpty-zillion photos of Moomin reading in various locations. Thought (not for first or last time) of my translation of J. de Ibar's very sentimental prose poem (section 4)
horrible bus driver shut the door in my face when M. was already on the bus. I started yelling and kind of shaking my fist. Yeah that'll help. But after a long moment and a staring contest (I believe I may have curled my lip in regal disdain) he opened up. omfg I wanted to tell him off. But i did not. I was covered in pool things and grocery bags and had an open soda in my lap and just wanted to go my 8 blocks up the hill and get off again with minimal fuss. Moomin was pretty mad at the driver and told me he would have known where to get off again and knew I would just come on the next bus (sensible!) But that he had planned what to say to the driver as he exited. (Um, did you NOTICE that you SHUT THE DOOR IN MY MOM'S FACE?)
I am trembling with exhaustion but yatima has invited me to the imperial spa and will drive us. So am going to try to nap for an hour then go out and lie in whatever steam room they ahve there. I know this is not entirely wise. But it sounds so nice. I will regret it when it takes me 5 hours instead of 3 to stop whimpering tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2013-03-03 04:49 am (UTC)I am glad (and unsurprised) that Moomin kept his head and knew what he would have done. But holy shit, what an asshole of a driver! Good god!
Man, I miss going to the St. Francis. Such a great diner.
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Date: 2013-03-03 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-03 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-03 06:51 am (UTC)I also brought tea because I am a confused Englishman. But badgerbag is a more confused American, as she drank it cold, then added "more" coffee to it. I will never learn your ways, America.
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Date: 2013-03-03 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-03 10:54 am (UTC)That bus driver, on the other hand, WTF. :/