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I had a nice lunch with my mother today; she came over to the building I work in, and we tried a new place right around the corner. I figured the food might be good, and the acoustics probably would be. Acceptable sushi rolls, and no trouble at all hearing each other, which is good. (She has a lot of trouble understanding me on the cheap cell phone she uses when visiting the U.S.)
Mom is definitely smaller than I remember (using our relative heights as a gauge, as well as a memory of her as 5'1" tall) but otherwise is looking well. She's in town for a couple of weeks (in an odd-shaped thing where she is here, then upstate and Texas, then back here for a few more days). I'll probably do something with her on Sunday, and then dinner Monday evening. In some ways that's a lot, but it's because I'm trying to squeeze something like the amount of time together I'd be getting in the course of several months if she still lived in Queens, rather than London. In some ways, it's another long-distance relationship, and again, not one where there's any expectation of changing that fact. And that comparison comes to mind in part because I just spent several days in Montreal almost entirely either socializing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rysmiel or just reading, with no effort to see anyone else.
This evening seems to be about staring into space, and doing low-key things like sudoku puzzles. I feel as though I've done enough for one week, and have to remind myself that I only worked three days this week. But Tuesday was a travel day, and involved a walk home on a hot, sunny afternoon as well as a bit of nice wandering around on a warm, sunny afternoon in Montreal. (It was about 10C/15F hotter in New York at 4 in the afternoon than in Montreal at 10:30 a.m.)
Nothing much to say about the Montreal trip except that it was very good to spend time with rysmiel, to wander mostly on familiar streets, and eat a variety of nice food. Suite 88 had a really good pistachio gelato. I didn't read anything particularly noteworthy except some of the pieces in the first third or so of Ursula Le Guin's The Wave in the Mind; other than that it was light and/or rereading. Sometimes you need that, or at least I do.
Mom is definitely smaller than I remember (using our relative heights as a gauge, as well as a memory of her as 5'1" tall) but otherwise is looking well. She's in town for a couple of weeks (in an odd-shaped thing where she is here, then upstate and Texas, then back here for a few more days). I'll probably do something with her on Sunday, and then dinner Monday evening. In some ways that's a lot, but it's because I'm trying to squeeze something like the amount of time together I'd be getting in the course of several months if she still lived in Queens, rather than London. In some ways, it's another long-distance relationship, and again, not one where there's any expectation of changing that fact. And that comparison comes to mind in part because I just spent several days in Montreal almost entirely either socializing with
rysmiel or just reading, with no effort to see anyone else.This evening seems to be about staring into space, and doing low-key things like sudoku puzzles. I feel as though I've done enough for one week, and have to remind myself that I only worked three days this week. But Tuesday was a travel day, and involved a walk home on a hot, sunny afternoon as well as a bit of nice wandering around on a warm, sunny afternoon in Montreal. (It was about 10C/15F hotter in New York at 4 in the afternoon than in Montreal at 10:30 a.m.)
Nothing much to say about the Montreal trip except that it was very good to spend time with rysmiel, to wander mostly on familiar streets, and eat a variety of nice food. Suite 88 had a really good pistachio gelato. I didn't read anything particularly noteworthy except some of the pieces in the first third or so of Ursula Le Guin's The Wave in the Mind; other than that it was light and/or rereading. Sometimes you need that, or at least I do.
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