Husband left town on Wednesday for an overnight business trip to DC. He wanted to just drive himself to the airport and leave his vehicle in the parking lot, overnight. But no, I insisted I would drive him to and from, like a good wife. The girls like the drive and it is no trouble. I am not working so I ought to be doing SOMETHING to earn my keep. I dropped him just before noon and had two days of
On Thursday, I got horribly ill. First, I thought I had a stomach bug. Then I thought it was food poisoning. Next, I thought it was the lack of flora and fauna in my intestines that had been killed off by the antibiotics, coupled with the lack of a robust immune system, due to the prednisone. Then, I stopped thinking, at all.
I believe that was as sick as I have ever felt in my life. I was so glad husband was not home because all I wanted to do was curl up and die, preferably in the bathroom, and if I know him, he’d want to be in there, too, to make sure I did it properly. I was too sick to even go get him at the airport (how aggravating since he’d wanted to just drive himself in the first place). When he came through the door late Thursday evening, I was too out of it to even think to hoist myself up off the floor where I had parked myself by the back door so I could look out across the pasture to watch for the headlights of his cab.
Friday and today have slowly gotten better. Today, I managed to eat some vegetable soup my mother-in-law made me (bless her) and some probiotic yogurt that Husband fetched for me (bless him).
I had two cookies, a small bowl of mushrooms and a handful of jelly bellies over a three day period. Husband was gone so I ate like a five year old – a sick five year old. I lost four pounds and it just seems like I should have lost more. I was drinking water like a fish to try to avoid getting dehydrated. I am not a big water drinker and was not thirsty so that was hard to convince myself to keep doing - especially since I was so out of it. I am telling myself that I really lost ten pounds but drank back about six of them. And maybe that is true. This may be nature’s way of helping me shed the prednisone tonnage. More likely, I am paying for my sins. All of them, starting from age seven. It was that bad. But today is better.
Evelyn will be five years old, tomorrow.
This morning, I was standing at the back window watching Husband and the girls walking by the back fence. He was earnestly pointing at a hole Pearly had dug and I could tell he was giving her a lecture - I could tell by the look on her face (I frequently have that look on my own face) and the fact that his lips were moving. Behind his back, Evelyn was going to town digging in the dirt as hard as she could. I laughed and rapped on the window to get their attention. Husband looked up and I watched him catch sight of her out of the corner of his eye. I screamed with laughter watching him waving his arms around like a big bird, then try to pull Evelyn away from the hole. Evelyn didn’t slow down – she was in the zone. By this time, he was laughing, too. I watched him pull at her ruff and point at the house. She looked mightily peeved, before trotting towards the house, again, with a huge grin on her face.
My washer is not as heavy duty as I would like and I have dreams of getting a large capacity front loader. Our current washer is fine for most clothes but my quilts are heavy. My mother-in-law has a front load washer she'll let me use and they aren’t far away, but today I decided to just wash our bed quilt (the Patriotic Quilt) in the pink bathtub and hang it on the fence to air dry. It was quite disgusting wtih red, muddy paw prints all over it. No offense to the dogs. I think the people who can sleep under something like that are the ones who are disgusting.
It's probably getting ruined by the dogs but that’s okay.
It took three soapings and one rinsing to get it halfway respectable:
I just like the bubbles.
While I soaked and washed it, Pearl pretty much stayed under my arm, sticking her nose into what I was doing for every second. The nasty picture is the first soaping. EEWWWW.
She's quite the little helper.
That Evelyn is a cutie:
I enjoyed making this quilt. It was a labor of love and the one I used to learn how to paper piece.
OMG, I fell in love with the chicken.
Surely, it is worth at least five million dollars.
This is a masterpiece of a tail.
I'm terrified I'll break it.
I must be feeling better.
I also love this skull:
We keep the collars of our dearly departed darlings on it. My father-in-Law found this out in the pasture, decades ago. Husband has carted it around with him wherever he goes. This is the first time it has been allowed to be displayed in the house. After all, it is now an antique.
I kid. It was my idea to hang it indoors. Pretty classy, eh?
Penny, Evelyn and Pearl