1. Get flu shot on Friday.
2. Go to Heritage Days Friday night and Saturday and have fun.
3. Get a tickle of a cough on Sunday.
4. Call doctor and get an expensive, super duper cough medicine to clear up cough on Monday. (It usually does the job for me.)
5. Call for an antibiotic for this sinus infection that is creeping on me on Tuesday.
6. Dr. doesn't call in antibiotics. I go in for an appointment at 3:30 on same day.
7. At 4:00 on Tuesday, I swab my nose for 'flu' that I knew I didn't have. In record time, the results from the swab come back POSITIVE for Type A Flu.....
All I can say is that whatever kind of flu this is...it's not as bad as the "old timey" flu I had several years ago when even my hair, eyelashes and fingernails hurt....NO JOKE! I suppose we have to look for good in all circumstances. Now, if I can keep my little family healthy.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Aaaaaaautumn!
I love the change of seasons and now my favorite one of the year has arrived. Even though it is raining today, I still enjoy these kind of days. It's been good to be able to be home (Fall Break this week!) The true color of the leaves are gradually showing themselves, promising to dot these hills and hollers with golds, reds, burgundies, and browns. The orange pumpkins in stores are just waiting to be taken to someone's home to add color to front porches and stoops and to be carved into jack-o-lanterns.
The chill of the morning and evening is absolute divine to me. I love the feel of my old, green, ugly, fuzzy sweater as I put it on to guard against the temp and keep me cozy in my front porch rocker. I'm looking forward to firing-up the outdoor firepit and roasting marshmallows and weiners or just watching the flames leap and smell that wonderful aroma of 'wood smoke' which always evokes wonderful 'warm fuzzy' feelings in me.
I've done a wee bit of 'fall' decorating, which adds to my delight. Several of the silk flower arrangements came as tokens of love and care from friends last year when Dad died...they are extra special. I have a few more things to put out when I find them...I thought I had put everything in the same place when I packed up last year, but apparently I didn't. I KNOW of a couple of things I haven't found yet!
Nonetheless, I'll enjoy what I have displayed and will reflect that Fall was my mom's favorite season, too. Ten years ago today, she died in her sleep. In one way, it's been a very l-o-n-g time and then again, it seems like yesterday. I do recall her telling me a few days before she died, "You know, October is going to be gone before I have enough time to enjoy it like I'd like to." I'm sure she is enjoying this October in heaven as she has for the last nine years. You can bet it's better there than in East Tennessee.
The chill of the morning and evening is absolute divine to me. I love the feel of my old, green, ugly, fuzzy sweater as I put it on to guard against the temp and keep me cozy in my front porch rocker. I'm looking forward to firing-up the outdoor firepit and roasting marshmallows and weiners or just watching the flames leap and smell that wonderful aroma of 'wood smoke' which always evokes wonderful 'warm fuzzy' feelings in me.
I've done a wee bit of 'fall' decorating, which adds to my delight. Several of the silk flower arrangements came as tokens of love and care from friends last year when Dad died...they are extra special. I have a few more things to put out when I find them...I thought I had put everything in the same place when I packed up last year, but apparently I didn't. I KNOW of a couple of things I haven't found yet!
Nonetheless, I'll enjoy what I have displayed and will reflect that Fall was my mom's favorite season, too. Ten years ago today, she died in her sleep. In one way, it's been a very l-o-n-g time and then again, it seems like yesterday. I do recall her telling me a few days before she died, "You know, October is going to be gone before I have enough time to enjoy it like I'd like to." I'm sure she is enjoying this October in heaven as she has for the last nine years. You can bet it's better there than in East Tennessee.
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