This log will wrap up August and then the next one will start September. I was delayed in posting it, unfortunately.
==Dimanche Août 27th==
Sotilde came to church in a travelling case with my V4, all stowed away in my bag. It was my kitchen shift and that eventually lead to a mini-meeting to have a meeting. Our rescheduling has been kicked (not fallen) to the wayside by one members procrastination. Also that morning I gave a belated birthday present to a woman who helped out in the ministry. She has a learning disability, a loud voice, and (possibly unaware) social difficulties because of both traits. These do make her a little hard to take. Her simplicity also makes me think of how things are not so clean-cut as she sees them, but no one has reason to disturb her. Due to the stacked events, I worried about the welfare of my tamas, more for my V4. They were both fine.
I turned off Sotilde’s sound at a good moment – likely when the sermon was starting. My V4’s silent so I just attended to her happiness along with Sotilde. I put Sotilde in a race and put our hopes at number 1. She was going fast but then suddenly fell on her face. She then picked up herself and won 2, but ended up crying because my bet didn’t match up. If I could I would have patter her bruised head and maybe gotten distracted with her spongy, mossy hair. It is quite easy to forget Sotilde is really a wrinkled head with legs and instead imagine her as an imp with the mentality of a cat (sleeping like a contented loaf) or no less endearing than an old rabbit. My father had an old rabbit as a pet – a big creature – and apparently her meat was too tough for eating and that’s why she was a pet. I think of Sotilde like that, except for any serious intentions of eating her.
I let her talk to the crown and she was good during the service. I stayed late to cleanup and at point was shoving food down their throats (lovingly) because it was going to be awhile. We got home late and had lunch. Sotilde travelled to my bedroom as I sorted out a conflict and did my devotional singing. The rest of the day hit average and I really hadn’t done much. Of note was how I turned off her lights just as my family was ready to play a game of crazy eight with my Hello Kitty playing cards. The suits were bows, balloons, apples, and stars. The were so cute but a pain to shuffle. Anyone who’s played crazy eights knows that can be the game that never ends. Never ends so much the players will forget winning and tiredly, with vexation, ask the one with lowest cards what they want. The second game looked like it was going that route till my father insisted my brother just toss his last card on the deck whether or not that followed the rules.
I was going to put Sotilde in a stand on my desk for the night, but I though she would get too lonely. So I hung her up on the lanyard with my others. She was 76.
==Lundi Août 28th==
I had a walk around the mid evening with my father and Sotilde. Shortly after we zipped off to the ESL, Sotilde in her usual case padded with a hanky. As soon as I got there I had a mini lesson with two of my students, which started with explaining “spoke” as past tense for “speak” (they were at the beginner level) and ended somewhere around explaining we say “left handed” or “right handed”, as one them noticed I was left handed. The class was all female – which is often the case – and we had a substitute teacher as the Guatemalan woman was out on urgent business about her other house. The subject was much broader which I was glad because things were getting rather stagnant (there is only so far we can go with numbers and birthdays, even if they are important). I check on Sotilde during breaks and she was dependable as always. She fell asleep at home as soon as I sat down on the couch to eat dessert.
==Mardi Août 29th==
At 2:08, we bought a lobster from the vendor! Oh, it would get used. Sotilde was 78 that day and it once again dawned on me how close she was to 99 and the huge mile stone of 100. In the past, the grand age of 100 was oh so distant, but now it could happen. And I hoped it will but I wondered if I might become more anxious after that day, anxious over something I started care-free. It would be like getting a trophy for something one did so naturally that they didn’t even realize it was special. And then after, trying to maintain that skill but being confused at how exactly to do it. It parallels with my reputation and how I really can’t maintain a quality that relies upon other people’s perception.
I think I’d be at peace when Sotilde passes because she would have lived a good life, a life mostly mundane but with the occasional glorious moment, precious memory. But it would be strange seeing her vessel empty and a spirit gliding around a stone, absent of her familiar face. It would be even stranger seeing it blank, that battery having been removed. And seeing it placed with all others in my tama box, I wonder how I would feel. Perhaps nostalgic, perhaps sad, perhaps lost. But I know that if I even started it up again, Sotilde would watch over the other creatures that lived in her vessel and I would bring them to her grave to pray.
Sigh, she has bewitched me, hasn’t she. Sotilde has quietly fastened threads between out hearts, inseparable ties, emotions. All be one little hedgehog with mossy hair.
Later in the evening, I took her on a walk with my father around a new neighbourhood. We mostly talked about housing. At home was the usual dinner, a movie, and then lights out. The next morning, I got Sotilde’s age snaps before she woke and had to do it quickly because my mother wanted the tablet.
I was left feeling that I really should get my own camera.
==Mercredi Août 30th==
In the later afternoon, I took Sotilde walking with my parents. The weather had become cooler but was still pleasant, and the light was between dim and bright. We went walking in a different neighbourhood like yesterday, a neighbourhood I knew but was a refreshing sight. Most of the banter was supplied by my mother. The houses were bungalows and had a humbleness to them that I would liken our walk to a stroll in a modern village. At one point we stopped and sat at a bench that was a good distance away from the playground in front. While my father wanted my mother to sit in the middle, she sat beside me, sideways. I had to take Sotilde out of my pocket to prevent any harm, so she got to see the outside world. She was probably directly in view of the sky or myself. She went to the bathroom and I cleaned her up, her happy beep plain for all to hear. We got up and continued our walk, eventually arriving home. We had been out for an hour.
Dinner rolled around and after I ate, I took Sotilde back to my desk and worked on my Geology course. We popped back for a bit as I finished my desert. I observed it was 10:58 and after fixing up my other tamas, I attended to Sotilde. She was one down on each meter so I have her an octodog (octopus hot dog) instead of squid and slid in some before-bed trumpeting. Soon I was tucking her. She was 79 and we had quite a day ahead of us.
==Jeudi Août 31st==
That day, Sotilde was 80! I planned to make a status about it, and I did. She was once again on my subconscious when I dreamt of some difficulties with the download feature and I was looking at all these unfamiliar stat screens. I’ve gotten used to these dreams by now that I didn’t suspect she died, but I still don’t want to have them anymore. I suspected this dream was inspired by how I read an old Tamagotchi website that mentioned finding secret screens on the vintage tamas.
I brought my brood upstairs with me as I did my French, and also to raise a couple baby tamas. I raised the blinds, made the bed for once, did a mini reorganization of my shoes (a meager collection by some standards), and opened the windows. We were then in style. I also closed the door to not distract my brother with tama beeps, as how now had a bedroom desk also.
At 1:48, I gave Sotilde lobster and melon in celebration of her 80th year. Additionally, she got to talk with the pal of her’s, the crown :^) Around 5:43, I took Sotilde’s age snaps.
We had the usual walk and the late evening bled into night. Me and my father mostly talked about school work, which was probably not entertaining for So-So – that juvenile nickname I had been holding off from using but, oh well, I was bound to say it sometime. I don’t remember if we really watched a movie at dinner. Later, Sotilde was tucked in and slept on my bedroom desk.
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Looks like this is turning into a weekly log instead of twice a week. Not entirely a bad thing since if I really had a log that didn’t spawn out of a group hatch, I’d probably flat-out insist this will be a weekly log. I can always change my updating pace, but I have a feeling this works out better than potentially having a dull patch. Sotilde’s 88 today and still as easy and healthy as always.
==Dimanche Août 27th==
Sotilde came to church in a travelling case with my V4, all stowed away in my bag. It was my kitchen shift and that eventually lead to a mini-meeting to have a meeting. Our rescheduling has been kicked (not fallen) to the wayside by one members procrastination. Also that morning I gave a belated birthday present to a woman who helped out in the ministry. She has a learning disability, a loud voice, and (possibly unaware) social difficulties because of both traits. These do make her a little hard to take. Her simplicity also makes me think of how things are not so clean-cut as she sees them, but no one has reason to disturb her. Due to the stacked events, I worried about the welfare of my tamas, more for my V4. They were both fine.
I turned off Sotilde’s sound at a good moment – likely when the sermon was starting. My V4’s silent so I just attended to her happiness along with Sotilde. I put Sotilde in a race and put our hopes at number 1. She was going fast but then suddenly fell on her face. She then picked up herself and won 2, but ended up crying because my bet didn’t match up. If I could I would have patter her bruised head and maybe gotten distracted with her spongy, mossy hair. It is quite easy to forget Sotilde is really a wrinkled head with legs and instead imagine her as an imp with the mentality of a cat (sleeping like a contented loaf) or no less endearing than an old rabbit. My father had an old rabbit as a pet – a big creature – and apparently her meat was too tough for eating and that’s why she was a pet. I think of Sotilde like that, except for any serious intentions of eating her.
I let her talk to the crown and she was good during the service. I stayed late to cleanup and at point was shoving food down their throats (lovingly) because it was going to be awhile. We got home late and had lunch. Sotilde travelled to my bedroom as I sorted out a conflict and did my devotional singing. The rest of the day hit average and I really hadn’t done much. Of note was how I turned off her lights just as my family was ready to play a game of crazy eight with my Hello Kitty playing cards. The suits were bows, balloons, apples, and stars. The were so cute but a pain to shuffle. Anyone who’s played crazy eights knows that can be the game that never ends. Never ends so much the players will forget winning and tiredly, with vexation, ask the one with lowest cards what they want. The second game looked like it was going that route till my father insisted my brother just toss his last card on the deck whether or not that followed the rules.
I was going to put Sotilde in a stand on my desk for the night, but I though she would get too lonely. So I hung her up on the lanyard with my others. She was 76.
==Lundi Août 28th==
I had a walk around the mid evening with my father and Sotilde. Shortly after we zipped off to the ESL, Sotilde in her usual case padded with a hanky. As soon as I got there I had a mini lesson with two of my students, which started with explaining “spoke” as past tense for “speak” (they were at the beginner level) and ended somewhere around explaining we say “left handed” or “right handed”, as one them noticed I was left handed. The class was all female – which is often the case – and we had a substitute teacher as the Guatemalan woman was out on urgent business about her other house. The subject was much broader which I was glad because things were getting rather stagnant (there is only so far we can go with numbers and birthdays, even if they are important). I check on Sotilde during breaks and she was dependable as always. She fell asleep at home as soon as I sat down on the couch to eat dessert.
==Mardi Août 29th==
At 2:08, we bought a lobster from the vendor! Oh, it would get used. Sotilde was 78 that day and it once again dawned on me how close she was to 99 and the huge mile stone of 100. In the past, the grand age of 100 was oh so distant, but now it could happen. And I hoped it will but I wondered if I might become more anxious after that day, anxious over something I started care-free. It would be like getting a trophy for something one did so naturally that they didn’t even realize it was special. And then after, trying to maintain that skill but being confused at how exactly to do it. It parallels with my reputation and how I really can’t maintain a quality that relies upon other people’s perception.
I think I’d be at peace when Sotilde passes because she would have lived a good life, a life mostly mundane but with the occasional glorious moment, precious memory. But it would be strange seeing her vessel empty and a spirit gliding around a stone, absent of her familiar face. It would be even stranger seeing it blank, that battery having been removed. And seeing it placed with all others in my tama box, I wonder how I would feel. Perhaps nostalgic, perhaps sad, perhaps lost. But I know that if I even started it up again, Sotilde would watch over the other creatures that lived in her vessel and I would bring them to her grave to pray.
Sigh, she has bewitched me, hasn’t she. Sotilde has quietly fastened threads between out hearts, inseparable ties, emotions. All be one little hedgehog with mossy hair.
Later in the evening, I took her on a walk with my father around a new neighbourhood. We mostly talked about housing. At home was the usual dinner, a movie, and then lights out. The next morning, I got Sotilde’s age snaps before she woke and had to do it quickly because my mother wanted the tablet.
I was left feeling that I really should get my own camera.
==Mercredi Août 30th==
In the later afternoon, I took Sotilde walking with my parents. The weather had become cooler but was still pleasant, and the light was between dim and bright. We went walking in a different neighbourhood like yesterday, a neighbourhood I knew but was a refreshing sight. Most of the banter was supplied by my mother. The houses were bungalows and had a humbleness to them that I would liken our walk to a stroll in a modern village. At one point we stopped and sat at a bench that was a good distance away from the playground in front. While my father wanted my mother to sit in the middle, she sat beside me, sideways. I had to take Sotilde out of my pocket to prevent any harm, so she got to see the outside world. She was probably directly in view of the sky or myself. She went to the bathroom and I cleaned her up, her happy beep plain for all to hear. We got up and continued our walk, eventually arriving home. We had been out for an hour.
Dinner rolled around and after I ate, I took Sotilde back to my desk and worked on my Geology course. We popped back for a bit as I finished my desert. I observed it was 10:58 and after fixing up my other tamas, I attended to Sotilde. She was one down on each meter so I have her an octodog (octopus hot dog) instead of squid and slid in some before-bed trumpeting. Soon I was tucking her. She was 79 and we had quite a day ahead of us.
==Jeudi Août 31st==
That day, Sotilde was 80! I planned to make a status about it, and I did. She was once again on my subconscious when I dreamt of some difficulties with the download feature and I was looking at all these unfamiliar stat screens. I’ve gotten used to these dreams by now that I didn’t suspect she died, but I still don’t want to have them anymore. I suspected this dream was inspired by how I read an old Tamagotchi website that mentioned finding secret screens on the vintage tamas.
I brought my brood upstairs with me as I did my French, and also to raise a couple baby tamas. I raised the blinds, made the bed for once, did a mini reorganization of my shoes (a meager collection by some standards), and opened the windows. We were then in style. I also closed the door to not distract my brother with tama beeps, as how now had a bedroom desk also.
At 1:48, I gave Sotilde lobster and melon in celebration of her 80th year. Additionally, she got to talk with the pal of her’s, the crown :^) Around 5:43, I took Sotilde’s age snaps.
We had the usual walk and the late evening bled into night. Me and my father mostly talked about school work, which was probably not entertaining for So-So – that juvenile nickname I had been holding off from using but, oh well, I was bound to say it sometime. I don’t remember if we really watched a movie at dinner. Later, Sotilde was tucked in and slept on my bedroom desk.
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Looks like this is turning into a weekly log instead of twice a week. Not entirely a bad thing since if I really had a log that didn’t spawn out of a group hatch, I’d probably flat-out insist this will be a weekly log. I can always change my updating pace, but I have a feeling this works out better than potentially having a dull patch. Sotilde’s 88 today and still as easy and healthy as always.
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