old rock and roll song
My husband is quite happy right now. I have a bad cold. That's not why he's happy. It's because I have lost my voice! What husband wouldn't like that from his wife once in a while? Actually, it is quite annoying. When I try to say something it . . . well . . . doesn't come out. The louder I try to talk, it just makes that weird sound like the Emergency Broadcast System runs on the TV every Wednesday eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee only my comes in smaller spurts when I am saying words. It's approximately the same level of the eeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound, just shorter. I understand that sis's Judy and Sandy, bro Ken and wife Jill, and nephew Rob are all experiencing this strange cold thingy. I swear I have not had a cold or much of any illness for 30 years. When I told this to Hubby, he kinda raised an eyebrow like "Have you forgotten the whole year of 2014?" Well, that was a different kind of being sick. I have to go to the dentist in a little bit, 'cause my teeth are having some difficulties. Remember my eyesight, hearing, and balance have all gone kaput too over the last year. I am not even sure if the doctor will work on me with me since I'm sneezing out snot like a distempered cat! eww or should I say "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeww"?
The latest I have learned about niece Heather, is that she is handling chemo very well, but is concerned about the fact that she will be losing her hair. Where have you guys heard that before? Heather has a ton of curly black hair (she has the icy blue eyes too, from our Irish side of the family, I guess) and is experiencing a perfectly normal reaction. I think I wrote quite a while ago, that women were polled about what they dreaded the most about having cancer . . . chemo, surgery, or losing their hair. The number one dreaded thing was the hair. But Heather will be fine. I know it. And, I guess she will be learning to use my motto. IT IS WHAT IT IS.
I was taking Alec to speech therapy yesterday and he rolled down his window. I commented on how nice and Spring-like it was. I asked what we do in the Spring. He said "Hunt Easter eggs." Very good response. Then I asked him what we did in the Summer. His answer . . . "Go garage-saleing!" Yup, kids, that's what we do. And he really loves it. The girls join us once in a while when they can, and they love looking for some small gem or wonderful little "score" for very little money. It's the search that we like.
Last week, I went shopping. I hate to go shopping. But I have nothing to wear that fits. So I went. For seven hours. I came home hobbling, 'cause it hurt to walk. I got a huge bunch of stuff (not all clothes) and since I had also stopped and bought groceries, I was dragging in bag after bag. THAT'S when I started to feel not-so-good. I must have been around someone who had a cold or flu and sneezed in my direction.
Anyhoo, that is the latest of my boring life. Hope yours is going well.
Ah Choo! There goes my distempered cat again. :)
GOD BLESS YOU ALL