Last week Nature, or Fate, or Bad Luck, or whatever Cosmic Force was responsible, played a mean trick on me. They sent me a week of lovely spring weather – sunny, warm, and breezy – and then made me too sick to do anything about it.
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| The first crocuses opened on Tuesday. |
Last Sunday night I came down with something and I was sick the rest of the week. It began with a virus, some sort of flu I think, and when the virulent virus was done, it left me with a terrible cough. I went to the doctor on Friday and he says I now have bronchitis. I’m getting better bit by bit, but at the same time I’m going crazy.
So I don’t have much to tell this week. Great swaths of my time are nothing but a blur of waking and dozing, tossing and turning, and coughing. Lots of coughing. I did spend some of my awake time reading. I’m just finishing a great set of books, the final volume of a four volume history of the Plantagenet kings of England by Thomas Costain. I bought these books back when I was in high school and read them and loved them. After over thirty years, I decided to read them again and I’ve really enjoyed them. Costain is a wonderful historical storyteller. These books aren’t really the stuff of nightmares (well, sometimes the Middle Ages can be brutal and bloody - drawing and quartering is about as ghastly as things can get), but for some reason during my sickness that’s what happened – nightmares over and over again. Each time I’d doze off, all the characters would start swirling around in my dreams and I was in a panic trying to remember who was who – who was the wife of Edward III, which King of France tried to invade England when Richard II was king, who was who in the Wars of the Roses – who belonged to the House of York, who belonged to the House of Lancaster. I’d wake up in a sweat obsessing over it all. A strange reaction. As much as I love these books, when I’m done with the Plantagenets I’m going to move on to something lighter and brighter.
So I don’t have much to tell this week. Great swaths of my time are nothing but a blur of waking and dozing, tossing and turning, and coughing. Lots of coughing. I did spend some of my awake time reading. I’m just finishing a great set of books, the final volume of a four volume history of the Plantagenet kings of England by Thomas Costain. I bought these books back when I was in high school and read them and loved them. After over thirty years, I decided to read them again and I’ve really enjoyed them. Costain is a wonderful historical storyteller. These books aren’t really the stuff of nightmares (well, sometimes the Middle Ages can be brutal and bloody - drawing and quartering is about as ghastly as things can get), but for some reason during my sickness that’s what happened – nightmares over and over again. Each time I’d doze off, all the characters would start swirling around in my dreams and I was in a panic trying to remember who was who – who was the wife of Edward III, which King of France tried to invade England when Richard II was king, who was who in the Wars of the Roses – who belonged to the House of York, who belonged to the House of Lancaster. I’d wake up in a sweat obsessing over it all. A strange reaction. As much as I love these books, when I’m done with the Plantagenets I’m going to move on to something lighter and brighter.
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| By the end of the week they are blooming all over. |
Thursday evening was the Parent Appreciation Dinner for the senior class. I couldn’t go, which made me sad. It’s always a nice affair. And this is the last one we’ll attend. Josiah sang a solo. Stacey said it was good.
Friday and Saturday Josiah was away attending a Model United Nations at St. Bonaventure University. He was on one of two teams our high school sent. He had a good time, but now he keeps trying run things at home according to parliamentary procedure. What a funny guy.
I couldn’t go to church today, a thing that doesn’t happen very often. The whole week feels off when I don’t go to church. I miss teaching my Sunday School lesson.
That’s about it for my wiped out week. There were crocuses blooming. The robins are back. There were several nice sunrises and sunset. I had to watch it all through the windows of my sick room. But this week will be better. I can feel myself getting stronger. I’ve got things to do.
Friday and Saturday Josiah was away attending a Model United Nations at St. Bonaventure University. He was on one of two teams our high school sent. He had a good time, but now he keeps trying run things at home according to parliamentary procedure. What a funny guy.
I couldn’t go to church today, a thing that doesn’t happen very often. The whole week feels off when I don’t go to church. I miss teaching my Sunday School lesson.
That’s about it for my wiped out week. There were crocuses blooming. The robins are back. There were several nice sunrises and sunset. I had to watch it all through the windows of my sick room. But this week will be better. I can feel myself getting stronger. I’ve got things to do.
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| The yellow ones always bloom first. |
