I Am Become Sick
The good: My throat no longer hurts.
The bad: I am snotty instead. And coughing and tired.
The good: Plenty of lovely soup to eat.
The bad: The penguins dancing on the ceiling are awfully loud.
I did skip the laundry today. I could have probably done it, but ah. I’ll postpone it a little until I’m feeling better. Instead I popped off for the library and picked up my books. And now rest and soup. The two finest words in the English dictionary, quite possibly.
Sniffle, snuffle, snaffle.
October 8th, 2008 at 4:15
We power-washed a two story house and a bank today, in the rain. A very heavy rain at times. I was very wet and am tired of moving equipment in and out of the truck.
Hope you get to feeling better. Are you still reading Stephen King books? How do you ever get to sleep? They scare me silly and I can’t sleep!
We got home late and all the critters let us know about it. Braying and baaing going on till they all had some delicious hay to eat.
Everyone was so hungry, there wasn’t too much fussing and fighting going on. Just loud munching noises. And my husband and I are sitting there watching the goats and donkey eat hay.
We lead such an exciting life! Happy goats and happy donkey girl. Mouths full of hay and not nipping my leg!
October 8th, 2008 at 7:29
Having a sore throat is the worst. So it’s good that you don’t have one anymore. That means you’re getting better. The runny nose is the last to go plus a cough if you have one.
Also, I went to Universl Studios Halloween Horror Night this past Friday, and I must say it’s pretty intense. I don’t scare easily, but the Texas Chainsaw Massacre maze really freaked me out.
We were waiting in line, which took an hour, but we watched the ones who went through the maze and there were a lot of young girls coming out tears.
And I thought about that when Debster mentioned Stephan King. He’s pretty scary, too!
It’s so sweet to come home and have all the animals wanting their foods.
It sure beats having to go through a room with body bags suspended from the ceiling with flashing lights, screaming in the background, and fake fog.
October 8th, 2008 at 9:12
I’m sorry you’re poorly, Plume. But better now than when you’re going to Greenland. Speaking of which, when is that? And can I find your address on your site somewhere? Yeah, I probably can. Will go looking for it now. Feel better soon!
October 8th, 2008 at 16:08
No. Your address is temporarily removed. Sigh. Well, I got some drugs for you, though I’m still not sure what to put in the letter from Santa. I naïvely thought you’d be able to come up with something really clever and child friendly ;) Any sugestions, Debster? Or even LuisLemming?
October 8th, 2008 at 22:56
Debster – I didn’t think a big house like that would fit in the laundry machine. Hmm. At least you didn’t wash your car. I am lead to believe that it always rains when you wash your car in America, or something.
I am indeed still reading Stephen King books. Well, one at a time anyway. Although I just picked up the complete Conan chronicles (a thousand bloody pages) and another Pulitzer winner and a russian sci-if thing. So it’s not all King. I don’t think his more recent books are that scary really. Or maybe it’s just because I’m such a brave boy, yes that must be it.
It sounds pretty exciting to me, watching the goats and donkey eat. It makes me happy just thinking about it. I wish I could be there, I am an excellent watcher of munching animals.
LuisLemmings – I have a bit of a cough still. Now I have a nose spray that helps the stuffed nose. The wonders of medical science.
Good thing there’s no Denmark Chainsaw Massacre. It sounds rather freaky all.
Desiree – When you say drugs you of course mean perfectly legal medicinal drugs, we are certainly not working out some illegal cocaine trade, no we are not, thank you Mr Echelon.
I think I am better at writing letters TO santa than from him. i’m still waiting for an answer RE: that Mercedes with the playboy bunnies in the backseat. I have been a good boy, I deserve my loot.
October 9th, 2008 at 0:06
Dear Arthur and Raven:
Usually children write letters to me, but I’m trying something different this year and I will write a note to you first.
My good friend Plume was here visiting in Greenland this winter. It was good to see him. He told me he knew two little children that were very, very good children to their Mommy and Daddy.
How nice! I thought I should write you a letter to say how happy I am that you’ve been a good boy and girl all year long.
Now you must write and tell me what your Christmas wishes are. Please put out some carrots for my reindeer and maybe some cookies and milk for me on Christmas Eve.
See you at Christmas time!
Ho, ho, ho … Santa Claus
October 9th, 2008 at 11:28
Oh Debster, that is brilliant! I want to write letters to everyone I know now – from Santa, of course! Plume, your stamp bill will go through the roof when you go to Greenland. Consider yourself warned! So, would Santa write my kids in English or Danish? Hm. Well, etiehr will work, I guess. At the moment, we’re trying to decide whether to celebrate Christmas in English or in Danish. I feel the kids are a little young for Danish Christmas. Not that we’re naked and do funky stuff with the stuffing or nowt – but we celebrate in the evening of the 24th so it gets really late before the pressies. Last year Raven was completely knackered before we even finished dinner. She was poorly, but still – made me think that maybe we’d be better off doing to English thing and waiting till the 25th in the morning.
Anyways, don’t mean to take over your comments, Plumster. Hope the nose spray thingy works. Saltwater spray will do the same, actually, and is a lot cheaper. Also, paracetamol and ibuprofen will work wonders on a aching body. Trust me – I know drugs. In fact, am super poorly myself. Suddenly found myself with feverish convulsions last night. Poor husband hasn’t slept for days cos the children have been unsettled and then last night I go scare the crap out of him like that. But once I had drugs, I felt better.
October 9th, 2008 at 14:49
I thought about saying ” and leave some carrots for my goats”, but didn’t know if you had Danish flying goats for Christmas or not!
I’m still getting over the fact that Santa lives in Greenland and not the North Pole.
My goodness, Desiree. You sound very sick. Hope you and the Plume are feeling better soon.
LuisLemmings: you may NOT get sick.
October 9th, 2008 at 23:16
You can take over my comments all you want Desiree, it’s only a delight. Especially right now when my head is so dizzy that I can barely take them over myself.
And Debster, everyone knows that Santa lives on Greenland. At least everyone in Denmark.. The guy on the North Pole is just an impostor. Don’t send him any letters!