I fell asleep last night at about 8 o’clock and woke at 2 AM coughing. I took the cough syrup and fell back to sleep and made it all the way to 6 AM! This morning I am somewhat better. I still have almost no voice, and the cough is still there, just not as bad.
Because I felt a bit perkier, I took a much-needed shower and put on fresh pajamas. That felt very nice.
I even did my hair. Ever notice that when you have been in bed with a fever your hair gets all twisted and seems to stick out in all directions like you put your finger in a light socket! Yeah, that was me. My hair now looks and feels nice and clean!
So today I need to sit and chop some veggies, make the stuffing, and rest in between doing all of those things.
Jack told me he will peel and cut up the potatoes as well as prepare the pearl onions.
Jack has been really great during my illness. He’s fed the dogs and walked them, cleaned up the kitchen after he cooks a meal for himself and just allowed me to hibernate in my bed until this thing has moved on.
So, gentle readers, I am on the mend and I hope very soon to be back on my feet.
Happy Thanksgiving and safe travels.
Today I emerged from under the covers on my bed. My fever is down, which is great. Now if only I could get rid of the cough and the aches from this blasted Flu!
I wandered down to the laundry room and tossed in a load of clothes, and will try very hard to get two loads done.
I was supposed to host Thanksgiving with my cousins but had to cancel. My first thoughts were for them. I would not wish this Flu on anyone. It has totally kicked me in the A$$!
Next, I was not sure I could even cook a big meal. I’m as weak as a kitten and not up for too much.
Yesterday as Jack and I were talking he said we should go out for dinner. Ah, no! I would hate to give this to anyone.
But since our local grocery has turkeys for 39 cents a pound I told him to get a small one, and then he could help me with the preparations. I actually have butternut squash all mashed in my freezer. He can peel potatoes and he can also chop vegetables for the dressing. I actually bought turkey gravy when it was on sale, so I don’t need to think about that. I may have him pick up an apple pie.
I really hate being ill and forced to stay in bed and closed into the bedroom. But my fear that Jack could get this is too real, so I steer clear of him.
I did have the Flu shot, but from what I have been told there are a few strains of Flu that were not covered in this shot. And apparently I was somewhere where someone had this particular strain and I inherited it.
Bah! I hate being sick!
One thing that happens when you are ill and forced to stay in bed, is that you can binge-watch certain shows.
I have Amazon Prime plus certain networks and so yesterday while being stuck in bed I watched all sorts of shows.
I watched two BBC shows. One about Queen Victoria’s Grandchildren and the other one was about Princess Alice, the mother of the current Prince Philip of England. I’d read her biography and this show seemed to have been based on the book.
I also love the show “Chopped” where Chefs are given a basket of crazy ingredients.
Items that might be in a basket are like these.
There are four Chefs to start, and after each round, Appetizer, and Main Course a Chef, who did not meet expectations, is chopped. The last round, Dessert, determines who wins the ten thousand dollars, and is The Chopped Champion!
I went all the way back to Season One (there are like 34 or 38 Seasons!). It was fantastic! I love cooking shows and this one is amazing!
I managed tea and toast and some eggs last night, and by midnight my fever had broken and was back to normal.
I plan another quiet day today, with some crocheting, binge-TV-watching, and naps. But I am on the mend, and that is good!
On Tuesday I woke with a sore throat. Nothing too bad, but sore. A nuisance. I didn’t get dressed and I kind of sipped some chamomile tea with honey, hoping I would feel better.
By noontime, I was chilled and went to bed. I took my temperature and it was only slightly elevated. But I felt so sleepy.
At four o’clock my temperature was up well over 101 degrees. And as hot as I was, I felt chilled to the bone.
Since I am experienced with high fevers I sort of knew what was about to hit. At 2:00 AM my temperature hit 102.8!
I downed juice, Tylenol and more cough syrup, which probably explains my slightly sick stomach this morning.
My temperature is down and I am feeling slightly better. Enough so, so that I took a shower and changed my nightie.
I forced some toast into my body, and more water and juice, and in a bit, I will go back to bed for a nap.
My constant nurse has been Mr. Arnie Man. He quite literally never leaves my side. Even when I was in the shower he sat on the bath rug and waited for me. What a boy!
Now let the healing up begin! I simply detest Autumn colds!
Since Sunday was my birthday, most of the weekend was spent celebrating my special day. And it was a very Happy Birthday!
It started on Saturday going to see Savannah is a play. “Lion King Kids”. Savi played a Wildebeast! And she did a fabulous job!
Then on Saturday night my three cousins, Janet, Dave, and Larry came to Mandy and Matt’s house and we had a full celebration meal, which included Surf (Shrimp) and Turf (Expertly grilled Steak!)
We donned party hats and acted silly.
Janet, Me and Larry.
The somewhat dented Ice Cream Cake. The box containing the cake was dropped (accidentally). It did not lessen the deliciousness of the cake!
The dented cake! Beautiful nonetheless!
I got a few lovely gifts, including two wintery nightgowns. Lucky for me as we’ve been getting down into the lower teens at night.
On Sunday morning, (my actual birthday) Mandy made me some breakfast and then I headed home. It was another stellar day and the drive went by quickly.
Then Jack took me out for lunch at The Common Man Restaurant, where we feasted on Mussels and then had Reuben Sandwiches. The restaurant treated me to a chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream and hot fudge sauce for my dessert!
All in all, this was one of the nicest birthdays ever!
However, all that said, after all this wild eating, I am feeling stuffed! I may not eat until well into tomorrow!
I started my life sixty-one years ago on a cold and blustery day. I weighed 9 lbs and one ounce and my (not even 5 feet tall), mother swears I nearly killed her.
Of course, being born at noon meant that she was back in her room in time for lunch. Lunch that day was a turkey sandwich! So I didn’t wreck her day completely.
I was the youngest of three children and you know what they say, the youngest is the most spoiled.
I didn’t feel that way, of course, as there seemed to be an expectation to excel. I did try for a while and then when I hit my teens I went in the opposite direction and rebelled!
I may not always have made the best choices in my life, but somehow I made my way and I was blessed with two daughters
and now Savannah and Quinn.
Hmmm! Sixty-one! Imagine that? I remember as a kid when my grandmother and then my mother were this age. Somehow they seemed like old ladies! I certainly don’t feel like that. There is so much left that I want to do!
So, Happy Birthday to me!
I really do feel quite blessed in this life.
So, here we are. November 15th, just a couple of days before I turn sixty-one! Where has the time gone? Well, I will tell you. It has gone by incredibly fast! It seems like just yesterday that I was a kid, and now my child has children of her own! WOW!
So, as I sit here looking back on my life and times, I really am so thankful to be right where I am in this world.
- One of my happiest childhood memories is when my entire family, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins would all get together at my Grandmother’s House to celebrate the holidays.
Left to right. Four-year-old me, behind me, Melodie, My mother, and my Grandma Honey. I think this was Easter.How I wish I could go back and visit one of those holidays just so I could see everyone again. There was always a lot of laughter and joking around, and Mom and Grandma Honey were the best cooks ever! Janet, Larry, and I were the youngest kids and yet at these events, I always felt so grown up!
- Being in The Sound of Music when I was eight years old was also more fun then I could ever say. Once again, I was the youngest cast member, but I felt quite grown up.I had lines in the play, many songs to sing, and several dance routines that I learned. I had adults who guided me and made me feel valued for the performances that I gave.
- The birth of my first child, Amanda, at the age of eighteen was the most joy-filled event of my life. During pregnancy, I felt her moving and kicking and I was one with that baby.Of course, back in those days, you did not find out what your child was until they popped out! Amanda was an answer to all my prayers. Healthy, happy, and so beautiful. I have often told her that she was the best Christmas present that I ever got. This has remained true all of my life.
- Likewise, the birth of my second child, Katie was also joyous! She came quickly into this world, with her flaming red curls and her blue-green eyes. I adored being a mother of two girls and we had so much fun.However, the loss of this beautiful girl at the age of six has been the great tragedy of my life. I was not sure I could go on after her death. But over time, you learn how to put one foot in front of the other and go on. Life is never the same, but you go on.
- My last entry for today’s Friday Five is the greatest blessings in my life. My two grandchildren. Oh my goodness, it is hard to explain the love that comes when your grandchildren enter your life. I remember holding Savannah for the first time and looking into her eyes.Savannah on the day she was born with her over the moon in love, Oma! I whispered, “Oh my darling, I can hardly wait until the day when you and I can talk up a storm!” And now at the age of seven, Savannah and I talk to each other like crazy. I love to hear her thoughts, I love it when she reads to me, and I love it when she runs into my arms calling my name, “Oma!”I am also blessed with my grandson, Quinn. I have never had a boy in my life like this! I held him for the first time in the hospital and I remember thinking, “We have so much of the world to explore together!” And so it has been.
Me with darling Quinn on the day of his birth. It was instant love!Quinn, who walked at seven and a half months old, Quinn who refused to be stopped by a baby gate (he would simply climb over it!), and Quinn, who took his time to become my little cuddle-bug, now showers me with hugs and kisses! Being their Oma is the best job I could have at this time in my life. To love, and to be loved in return is the greatest gift of all!
So there you have it. This week’s Friday Five. So much to be thankful for, so much to love in this life.
Every summer, I go to get a new swimsuit. In the last 30 years, I can recall only a handful where I felt good at the image staring back at me.
Today was one of those days. Not that I was shopping for a swimsuit, but I was shopping for pants and cute tops.
Clearly, with the weight I gained this year, I no longer fit into the “cute top” category. In fact, I sat in the dressing room and cried. Not giant heaping sobs, just a little silent crying.
Friday was my yearly birthday shopping trip to Talbots. My favorite store. Jack always comes and helps me select some things, his gift to me for my birthday.
I did not show him the things that did not fit, and I almost left the place with two small things, when I spotted a cardigan sweater and two blouson type tops that will hide a multitude of sins until I get control of myself.
There is nothing that will slap you silly quite like a failed trip clothing shopping. I hate mirrors!
I did get two things that fit perfectly. Two pins A Poinsettia and a golden Christmas Tree.
The new WW Program comes out this week. Guess who will be paying close attention?
Today was one of those days where I found myself pondering life. Never really a good thing for me because I have always been a half-empty glass, type of gal. Although I really try not to be.
Still, as the winds blew and the leaves fell, and the trees returned to their winter skeletal form, I began feeling a bit melancholy.
I put on some music, and got out my crocheting, and tried not to dwell, but my brain would not kick-off, and I felt a heaviness in my heart.
So, I called my sister and talked for a while and that seemed to help. But I think the shorter days, the fact we have had a lot of rain (not much sun!) and there has been so much going on, has me out of sorts.
It’s time to “Fall Back” time-wise so don’t forget!