Free-Style Sunday

Kage Baker would call this a free Sunday. She looked for those; days that fell out of the regular round of duty, responsibility and requirement, and opened doors into otherwise-inaccessible dimensions of relaxation. Duty-free in all meanings of the words – nothing to pay, nothing to justify, nothing about which one need feel guilty.

That’s a good thing, because I remain steadfastly in my pajamas and the closest I have gotten to a socially redeemable action today is brushing my teeth. And I used an electric tooth brush, so my personal effort was minimal, he he he.

But it’s early yet in December, and here at Chez Famille we are more or less caught up on deco. The lights are up on the outside – a wonderful frost tree effect! – there are garlands and candles on the inside, and it’s too early for the tree. (It goes up on the 15th.) We’ve got UCB ornaments plugged into every computer. It’s cold and grey outside, so we are all forted up with warmth and flickering light sources to stimulate the primitive reptilian brain into blinking contentment. And muffins. And cookies. And red and green M&Ms.

I ought to be at Dickens, making art with my near and dear. At the very least, I ought to feel bad about not being there. But it is now the third day since my surgery, and I have hit that famous wall of Day Three Syndrome. This too was one of Kage’s theories, and one pretty well held up by experience. Round about the third day after an injury or surgery is when one feels the worst – the stiffest, the sorest, the most incapacitated.

The delirious joy of pain waning and strength waxing has died back a little. Swelling has gone down (or come up), allowing bleeding to increase or stiffness to spread. Mysterious bruises develop like demonic Polaroids. And all the anesthesia has worn off. It’s perfectly bearable – especially if one is expecting it – but it does put a bit of a crimp in one’s joyous capering.

Mind you, I’m not supposed to be capering in the first place, but come on – get real. A certain amount of capering is just unavoidable. Especially when the Christmas deco is up and blinking, and the smells of cranberries muffins and sausage are currently spreading through the house. My UCB toy is  a tiny Christmas tree made of fibre optic, which is going though lovely psychedelic waves of colour on top of Kage’s Nebula (an effect I heartily recommend for visual interest, BTW).

For me, some mild capering and a lot of sitting still is what’s needed today. I can put my feet up and trade the capering for some Yuletide hand-jive. That amuses the parrot, for one thing, and the Corgi watches intently in the hope the famed primate grip will fail and edibles will come raining down on deserving little golden dogs …

By next week, I will be restored to something much closer to operational status than I have enjoyed in months. I can go to Dickens Fair next week, and maybe actually graduate from being deco to being some sort of performer. Even the livelier babies have been outdoing me, as they grow from props to special effects … but now I’m getting better!

It’ll make for a better last weekend of Fair for my folks, too. They won’t have to worry about finding a box big enough to pack me, as well as all the china in the Welsh cabinet.

Yep, a free Sunday is good for everyone now and then.

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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5 Responses to Free-Style Sunday

  1. Widdershins says:

    Ah yes! The Dreaded Day Three … been there way too many times than I care to recall … can totally empathise … ’tis indeed a day to … hmm? … wallow.

  2. Lynn Downward says:

    I am very, very happy to hear about your last several days, your operation, the good new and your recovering self. I can’t imagine being that funny and eloquent in pain. But I have to say that the phrase, “as they grow from props to special effects” made my whole week. Watching my babies and other babies change from wriggling lumps to sentinent beings and THEN they become real people is one of the mysteries of the Fair/e family.

  3. Kate says:

    Thank you, Lynn. Yep, the evolution of our Faire-raised young from little hand props to full-fledged performers is one of the great miracles of our lives. We happen to be rich in babies in the Parlour at the moment, so we are getting a lot of that “Is it a real baby?” from customers … I always wonder, what do they think we’re feeding, cuddling and changing? And we’ve got several further along the line, too – becoming special effects and superb little actors. Though I think Willow Kelty is going to go for sports instead, and become a marathoner: the child never stops walking!

  4. It was a lovely two days at your house this past weekend. They did you proud. I met a couple of the newest hand props, very nice indeed.

    It was both my pleasure and my pain to be present when Phyllis came to call and the boys sang her all the old songs.

  5. Kate says:

    I am sure my folks did me proud – they are wonderful. And aren’t the new boys a handsome lot? Suddenly the tide of little girls has been reversed, and we’re breeding warriors again.

    It is a sharply pointed pleasure to see Phyllis nowadays- but it always makes me happy, as well.

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