Ominous skies.... a storm is rolling in.
Knowing there is no stopping it, that old unwelcome feeling.
Trouble is on the horizon.
Worry. Worry. Worry.
The flu. The dreaded stomach flu. I don't get sick very often so it scares the heck out of me- I'm not very good at being sick and don't like being called "trooper".... I don't feel like a trooper.
I feel like a grumpy grizzly bear- so keep your distance.
My kids rally around and hand out glasses of water, blankets, condolences and well wishes at a far distance.
Smart move...both.
Jules thankfully drives the bunch to school and I can finally keel over on the couch. Lilly by my side and Mimi sleeping, curled up by my legs...my sweet animals, offering comfort.
As time passes I hobble to kitchen get some hot ginger tea going and a tablespoon of orange blossom honey. Honey is the best with all the anti bacterial stuff it has in it...I swear it helps.
There is no lemon to be found...unfortunate.
I will have to do with out.
Back to the couch I fall asleep with my wool blankets and fury friends.
Few hours later - wake up.
YESSSS!!! I'm still alive...that's a good thing.
My body is one big huge ache but this where I am aware that my body has my back, it knows what to do and how to heal. Grateful for how it works every day, being able to run, yoga, ski, ride horses, chase my kids- eat ice cream.
Feeling like a distended Python
I turn on the tube and watch James May on Top Gear drive this monster Toyota truck over hot lava by a volcano somewhere, his darn truck tires catch fire...ehhh no, to close to home.
I need water!!!
Pick up my knitting- knitting always saves the day.
Getting time for dinner and I am not in the mood to make.
Unfortunately this problem is not so easily solved for my horses...I still have to go outside and feed the girls.
They whinny as I approach them in my pj's and robe ..they don't know what to think of that???
Well for Pete sake this is not the day to dress in proper feeding attire- gimmie a break!
Dinner...yes, saltines sound good maybe a banana for dessert.
Kids come home from school wanting to hug me- but we do Hollywood kisses. They start a fire and tuck me in again on the couch telling me about their day, eventually they wander off in each and every direction- feels good to have normalcy in the houses...muffled music from my daughters room, the sound of legos being strewn around the floor- foghorn is busy making a Viking ship....all familiar sounds...
Chef comes home- he hugs me, seeing him makes me feel better. He pulls out freshly made tomato soup from the café and sourdough bread- whew...we have dinner!
Yes, I have been a grumpy grizzly bear feeling a little sorry for myself...
but in the midst of my misery I feel so cared for...I guess I can stand a storm or two.
Even if this whooped my butt -I know tomorrow is a new day.
~ Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
