"Here I Am, Ready to be Commanded..."
May. 11th, 2005 11:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneAt work to-day, I had a spare hour, and I was going to visit Irma. I never visit Irma because I'm a little afraid of her, but I was thinking, she doesn't really not like me. She just doesn't remember properly, and I confuse her because I'm an idiot and talk with too many large words and too quickly. So I thought I'd try to talk sensibly, and go in and see her, and swirl my skirt for her, and maybe make her happy if I could.
So I went up to her room, and it was empty.
And I just thought, 'oh, hell. I think there's a sort of irony here that's only cruel'. And I felt bad.
So I went back down the hall wondering what I'd do with my hour, and suddenly I saw her coming up the hall in her wheelchair. I've never seen her out of her bed before! And I came over and practically attacked her with a hug, and she looked at me sideways and asked who I was. I told her I was the girl who put up her calenders. Then she said 'oh', and asked me where she could get pain medicine, and I directed her to Linda.
But I was so glad that she was all right after all.
Linda let me have the mister to-day for the 16:15 activity, so my people and I all misted one another. I got Helen, and she squirted me, and Harvey and Dick both did, and Alberta did, and Marcie squealed when I got her; and Mots wouldn't stop, and I had to beg him to let me have the mister. I didn't get Daniel, though, because he's all hooked up to oxygen and things, and has wires, and I didn't want to do anything bad to them. So I performed Singin' in the Rain for him while creating my own rain.
Norm was watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on television, which I've never seen before, and I'm afraid I was rather annoying. The person was being asked what word meant a dark and disconnected way of writing, Dickensian, Tolstoyian, Kafkaesque, or Jamesian, and I kept saying, 'It's not Dickensian, whatever it is. I think Kafka. It's not Dickensian, though'; but she guessed Dickensian! And it was wrong. The answer was Kafkaesque. I apologised to Norm for being a pretentious little creature, though.
An awful thing happened, also, but I'm not sure to talk about it.
So I went up to her room, and it was empty.
And I just thought, 'oh, hell. I think there's a sort of irony here that's only cruel'. And I felt bad.
So I went back down the hall wondering what I'd do with my hour, and suddenly I saw her coming up the hall in her wheelchair. I've never seen her out of her bed before! And I came over and practically attacked her with a hug, and she looked at me sideways and asked who I was. I told her I was the girl who put up her calenders. Then she said 'oh', and asked me where she could get pain medicine, and I directed her to Linda.
But I was so glad that she was all right after all.
Linda let me have the mister to-day for the 16:15 activity, so my people and I all misted one another. I got Helen, and she squirted me, and Harvey and Dick both did, and Alberta did, and Marcie squealed when I got her; and Mots wouldn't stop, and I had to beg him to let me have the mister. I didn't get Daniel, though, because he's all hooked up to oxygen and things, and has wires, and I didn't want to do anything bad to them. So I performed Singin' in the Rain for him while creating my own rain.
Norm was watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on television, which I've never seen before, and I'm afraid I was rather annoying. The person was being asked what word meant a dark and disconnected way of writing, Dickensian, Tolstoyian, Kafkaesque, or Jamesian, and I kept saying, 'It's not Dickensian, whatever it is. I think Kafka. It's not Dickensian, though'; but she guessed Dickensian! And it was wrong. The answer was Kafkaesque. I apologised to Norm for being a pretentious little creature, though.
An awful thing happened, also, but I'm not sure to talk about it.
