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In sickness and in health...

I suppose you all may have noticed that I have been pretty much absent from LJ and DW both for the last 6 months or so.   There's been a reason for that - basically that I felt like %^&*()!!  Much of the spring has been spent in various doctor's offices trying to find out why my health took such a sudden nose dive along about February.  Several theories have been put forward, none very attractive to someone who has always been very healthy most of her life.  Adrenal-gland insufficiency was a leading contender, but there were others.  But no one could tell my why I was having all these headaches and all this pain and fatigue.

And then.

I got to thinking.  I live in Virginia, there are gazillions of deer everywhere (I saw a doe with triplets this evening), and I'm outside a lot.  Those deer carry lots of ticks and this is prime Lyme disease country.  So I asked for a Lyme test, which came back negative.  But Lyme is a disease that is notoriously hard to detect.  The test throws lots of false positives and false negatives.  A negative test ruled out Lyme from my doctor's thinking, but I asked for a month of Doxycycline "just in case".  So I've been on Doxy for 3 weeks now and I am better.  The fatigue is gone, some of the pain is well, better, anyway, and I think by Gosh, that at least some of my problems are due to Lyme disease.  I guess it's better than some other things it could be, but I'm really tired of feeling like something the cat dragged in all the time.

I've got a blood test scheduled in the morning to check thyroid and adrenal gland function - 8am, fasting - what fun.  But maybe that will give us another piece of the puzzle.  I'd really like to get on with my life now thankyouverymuch.  I still need to get Watson out of the stationmaster's cubby, I want Irene to...well, that would be telling.  But I do have a couple of stories on the back burner which I'd love to have the energy to write down. 

I hope you all have been doing well. 


Sidesaddle and days gone by

This picture surfaced on my Facebook feed the other day. I don't know where it's from - maybe from the next year's prize list, or a contemporary magazine. I had never seen it before. It's Upperville Horse Show in the mid 1970's.

That's me on my big Thoroughbred, Out Board, 4th from left.
Gosh, that was a long time ago!

Happy birthday Sir Vasily!

Wishing a very happy birthday to Sir Vasily Livanov, Lenfilm's great Sherlock Holmes.  Born July 19, 1935.

Livanov with the statue of himself and Vitaly Solomin as Dr Watson


I promised to make a hat for a friend, but the pattern was so badly written and so unnecessarily complicated that after the ribbing I hurled it across the room and designed my own way of doing it.  I think it came out great.  It's a high contrast, simple colorwork design that my geeky self delighted in naming "Your Last Battlefield" .  Several people actually giggled when I showed it to them and told them the name, so I guess it's not too obscure.

Black and white hat photo

What'cha think?

I woke up early this am to the sound of NOT rain. Finally. After 5-6 straight days of it I had had enough. We’re up so high, no flood problems here and I have very little mud (considering) but enough was enough. 

I foresee lots of mowing, once it dries out enough to mow, that is. The horses are happy, anyway. They are up to their ankles in grass and it’s waay too wet to ride, so this is ideal from their point of view. Of course, it’s going to be 85F (30C) today and super humid, so the bugs will be out in force, but by then their loyal servant (me) will have them in their stalls with their fans on.

Howcome I don’t get this kind of service?

Anyone actually go to the Royal Wedding celebration as opposed to watching on the telly?  I'm afraid I didn't even do that much, but I'm relieved that it went off without incident. 

Still Alive (barely)

So:  it's been ages since I've been here.  I apologise for dropping out of sight like I did, and for leaving poor Watson in the Stationmaster's cubby - LOL.  I imagine Holmes will still welcome him when he finally does arrive, though (and he will arrive - eventually).

DH has had health problems and so have I, although I won't go into those.  I've also been maundering around in the 15th century for a while, mentally, at least.  If anyone was worried about me, I'm OK, just a bit battered by Life in General. 

The good news is that I've been working along on my Hiatus Epic, which may eventually see the light of day if there's anyone out there still interested.  I've been wanting to come back here, but you know how it is- the longer you're gone, the harder it seems to get started back again. 

Crossposting this and waving vigourously to everyone who is around.  Sorry for my own hiatus, but I'll try and be more of a regular again.  LJ and now DW have been a part of my life for so long and I've missed them - and you guys - a lot. 

I may even try and join y'all on Tumblr, although I still can't seem to like it.


Christmas Cheer?

So...I have a meeting/Christmas party to go to tonight and I decided to play happy housewife (for a change) and make salmon mousse.  I have a cool mould and everything.  I learnt one thing - Evap milk won't whip!  I know I've done it before, but I couldn't get it to do even in the Vita-Mix. 

Maybe they've changed the composition since the recipe was written?  Maybe I should have been wearing a frilly apron?  dunno.  Anyway, it's chillin' in the fridge and only time will tell if I have a mould or dip, or at worst, disgusting ooze.  Oh, well.

Then I came back upstairs and my PC was dead.  Gone.  Zip.  Nada.  So after some pretty heroic cursing, it was determined that the UPS battery had failed with no warning.  Sigh.  Anyway, PCs running again, but no printer and no backup power. 

I knew I  should have put on that frilly apron.

Vitaly Solomin

Russian actor Vitaly Solomin would have turned 76 today.  He played an absolutely perfect Watson in the Lenfilm series the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.  (the 'old' Russian Holmes series)  Here is a link to a lovely youtube video tribute to Solomin:  www.youtube.com/watch

Happy birthday Vitaly Solomin!

I was recently sent this link from WelcomeHolmes, I think.  It seems that Dan Posnansky's extensive collection of Holmes/Doyle memorabilia is going up for auction in a week or so.  That's exciting in itself, but most (all) of the items are out of my reach.  However, the catalog is a free download in .pdf format or you can look at it on line and boy is it interesting!  Well worth the look in. 
Here is the link to a Wordpress article about it.  dinneratmarcinis.wordpress.com/2017/12/10/auction-the-sherlock-holmes-collection-of-dan-posnansky-a-little-freebie/

The download link is about 1/2 way down the page. 

Title: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Morning
: G
Universe: ACD
Characters: John Watson
Summary: Watson reaches a decision, but will Holmes welcome the renewal of their old friendship?

Author's Note:  ARGH.  I'm a day off.  Somehow, I was convinced my day was Saturday.  My apologies.  Here is my ficlet anyway, which will be continued on my second posting day.  (assuming I can remember to do it correctly!)

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Morning


I crumpled up yet another abortive story attempt and threw it in the general direction of the grate and sighed, wearily scrubbing my hands over my face.  The house was quiet - too quiet - and I was getting nowhere with trying to write.  Reaching a decision at last, I pulled a telegraph form to me, addressed it,  and scribbled a few quick words. 

Have you holiday guests?. If not, may I come? 


Hastily, I rang the bell for Susan before I could change my mind.  

When she appeared, I handed her the form and told her to have it sent immediately.  She curtsied and left with it. 

I poured myself another drink and awaited the reply with some trepidation. 

Some hours later, Susan reappeared at the door with a telegram on the tray.  "Your reply, sir," she said and handed it to me.  I looked at the envelope for several minutes before I screwed up the courage to open it.

Come at once [it read] Train arrives ten o'clock am weekdays



I had not seen Holmes more than  a handful of times in the several years since his retirement to the Sussex Downs and my subsequent remarriage.  He had been invited to the wedding, of course, and had duly arrived, shaken my hand, kissed Emmaline's hand and departed.   Oh, we corresponded occasionally and I had not meant to let the time go by, but there was Emmaline to consider and there always seemed to be some demands on my time that prevented me from going down to the country. 

Having made the break, Holmes seemed not to wish to return to London at all, except on the infrequent occasion when he had some urgent business to conduct.  We met for lunch, but our old easy cameraderie was missing.  We seemed uneasy with each other, as if we were nothing more than polite acquaintances fulfilling some social duty.   

In the old days, our conversations had been free-ranging, covering any and all topics that came to Holmes's brilliant mind.  Now, there seemed to be so many subjects that both of us shied away from.  It made for stilted encounters that devolved into banal small talk and trended to awkward silences.  I mourned the loss of our old easy friendship, but I could not think of any way to regain it.  When we parted, we always pledged not to make it so long until the next time, but the times between meetings grew longer rather than shorter.

Then a telegram came from Holmes at a time when I happened to be away from the house and Emmaline somehow misplaced it.  When she remembered it, the time for our meeting had passed.  Torn between loyalties, I was loath to try and explain to Holmes what had happened and so the distance between us became a yawning chasm.

In any case, Holmes seemed happy enough with his new life and I began to think that he missed me not at all.  I certainly missed him - fiercely at first, then with a sort of steady slow ache, like the pain from a missing limb that never quite went away.  Marriage, I found - at least to Emmaline - was no sort of substitute for the companionship I had lost.

In the beginning, I had optimistically hoped that she and Holmes might at least tolerate each other, or form some alliance as he and Mary eventually had, but that hope was dashed at the wedding when they took each other's measure at a glance and the hostility was as plain as if battle flags had actually been waved.  Emmaline eventually began  to resent my continued publication of our adventures together, even though the resulting revenue formed a large part of our income.   It was that which drove the first wedge between us, although I suppose our separation was inevitable in any case. 

Eventually, Emmaline, no doubt weary of my tendency to live increasingly for my writing - for there, at least, I could re-live some of Holmes's and my vanished closeness -  announced that she was leaving for an extended visit to her relatives in America.  Neither of us was under any illusions that she really intended to return.  With myself as the sole occupant, I found the house too quiet and as the Christmas season approached, I grew increasingly low in spirits, until finally, driven to desperation, I chanced it all on a telegram to Holmes.


So it was that I found myself, suitcase in hand, standing on a deserted platform in the small hamlet of Eastbourne,  watching my train disappear into the wooded landscape and wondering if I had made a colossal mistake. 





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