Thursday, January 24, 2008
Close to Nowhere
If you haven’t heard (or haven’t had it yet) strep is once again making the rounds in our area.
Ask me how I know! And even worse, after a doctor visit, antibiotics and a brief recovery, I now have “something else.”
The flu-like symptoms include pain in every joint in my poor ole body, painful headaches, grumpy disposition (OK, that’s normal, but...) -- even my eyeballs hurt.
And to top things off, my brand new sewing machine had to go to the shop for a visit. Learning to thread the thing I’d apparently hung thread or something in a delicate place.
So, bright and early Saturday morning, I left home (running, I might add) with four little girls still piled around in bed. Two of the girls were ours; the two others might as well be, we’ve had them so long.
Daughter Dana made the trek with me (she was perfectly happy to run away also -- leaving poor ole Pop to fend for himself).
While in Memphis, we met a friend of Dana’s (along with her daughter) and since we didn’t have enough little girls at home, we brought one more home.
Now, did I mention that when Dana and I escaped -- I mean left to go on the very urgent mission -- one of the little girls, our youngest, had woken up with a sore throat and coughing?
She was up and playing when we got home (we really enjoyed our lunch out -- Pop enjoyed fixing lunch for four girls).
To make up for leaving Pop all morning with the four, I spent the afternoon in my wonderful new, huge sewing room with all five of them -- except for the brief period they all went riding in the back of the truck (Dana included) despite the freezing cold.
It’s amazing how entertaining five little girls can be -- there were two computers going and several Nintendos beeping. Each one was playing a different game (with a different noise, I might add).
By Sunday morning the body aches were almost unbearable, so I missed church. Along with five girls.
By Sunday afternoon I was better and one of the little girls was piled on the couch feeling poorly.
Not our youngest either. She appeared to be much improved. No, our little girl from Memphis had succumbed to “whatever.” When a little girl declines to go outside and visit the horses with other visitors, you know she’s sick!
By the time her mom got there, she was napping and all the other little girls had deserted us.
Sunday afternoon, we three “big” girls spent the afternoon in my sewing room -- me sewing, them knitting and the remaining little girls on the computers.
I’d promised our “city girls” chili for the cold afternoon.
I burnt it -- but it wasn’t the funny videos from YouTube!
Had to be the fever!
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