Day 612: Rainy Thursday
Nov. 18th, 2021 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve_primeOur friend DG has the 'flu, maybe - his first COVID test was negative and his sense of smell is fine - and J. spent much of the weekend with him, and I woke up with my own respiratory virus today too. So I just stayed cozy. I cancelled (postponed) the blackberry work and instead of going to the symphony (having converted my ticket to the virtual viewing in two weeks), I watched a Hallmark Christmas romance, Christmas in the Heart. A girl needs violin tutoring, and starts bonding with her tutor, a professional violinist, because they are both Black (with white fathers). Meanwhile, the girl's bereaved father, a reclusive country music star, begins bonding with the violinist as well, and everything works out.
Then J. came home from sword class and asked me to check his skin for this week's bruises. He had three holes! They had done daggerwork today, and his last opponent was too good, while not having blunted his tip sufficiently.
Our new phones arrived, and I am going to have to make my peace with transitioning from keeping everything in my pants pockets to wearing a crossbody purse-thing all the time. At first I thought I would now feel like a teenage girl, but now I realize that the better analogy is a member of the Star Trek away team:
I'll wait to activate my new phone until I'm healthy enough to visit the Verizon store; they're going to migrate all my contacts, since my old phone is too old to be able to have apps that might do that for me. Fortunately, my old phone deigned to charge its battery last night, so I'm good for a few more days at least.
Then J. came home from sword class and asked me to check his skin for this week's bruises. He had three holes! They had done daggerwork today, and his last opponent was too good, while not having blunted his tip sufficiently.
Our new phones arrived, and I am going to have to make my peace with transitioning from keeping everything in my pants pockets to wearing a crossbody purse-thing all the time. At first I thought I would now feel like a teenage girl, but now I realize that the better analogy is a member of the Star Trek away team:
I'll wait to activate my new phone until I'm healthy enough to visit the Verizon store; they're going to migrate all my contacts, since my old phone is too old to be able to have apps that might do that for me. Fortunately, my old phone deigned to charge its battery last night, so I'm good for a few more days at least.