Thanks so much for all the well wishes for the last two days – for Ted’s cold/foot blister and for my cold/sinus infection/sore throat/laryngitis/stopped-up nose/cough/general crankiness. It has been a long, long time since the two of us have been sick at the same time, and I hope it will be a long, long time before it happens again – if ever!
We are both a lot better today. Ted’s “whatever” started about two days before mine, so he is two days ahead in the “getting over it” stage – but I definitely turned the corner today and feel much better.
So much better, in fact, that I went to a ladies-only pot luck dinner tonight at a friend’s home with about 25 other women. What a good time! Everyone brought a dish, and the table, counters, stove, and anything else that had a flat surface was filled with appetizers, salads, main dishes, breads, and desserts. I lost my sense of taste two days ago, but thank goodness tonight it was at least partially back. Oh my gosh, I am stuffed!
I can remember attending this same get-together last year and only knowing a few of the ladies there. I think Jill had fanagled me that invitation. I remember sticking very close to her that night because I didn’t have a clue who most of the women were or what to talk to them about. Tonight was so different. Through Jill, the blog, and just time, I’ve become acquainted with a group of truly awesome women. Some are islanders who live here year-round, and some are summer residents. Each and every one of them is smart and funny and interesting and involved. I look forward to continuing these friendships – and others – next summer and in the years to come.
I left early tonight because I didn’t want to push my luck and wake up tomorrow morning with a relapse. Tomorrow is cleaning day, and on Thursday afternoon I’ll drive to Pellston to pick Jason and Blair up at the airport. We haven’t seen them since May, and they haven’t been to the Island in two summers – we can’t wait for them to get here! The condo has changed a lot since they’ve seen it, and they’ve never experienced fall in Michigan. I’m praying the weather is good – but September is such a “you never know” month up here, we’ll just have to wait and see.
Short and sweet. I’m going to leave Maddie and Bear’s post from yesterday up another night and call it a day. Everyone sure seems to love it when those four-legged buddies of ours decide to sit down at the laptop and put paw to keypad. I’ll post Wednesday night, and then we’ll see after that for the rest of the week. See you back here on Thursday morning!
Hi. Bear here.
Boy, it’s been a bad couple of days around the old Horton house. I mean it’s bad enough when Dad is sick, but when Mom is sick too, the whole world just falls apart.
I mean, there’s been no playing ball, no long walks, no running around in the yard, no NOTHING! All we’ve gotten are quick trips outside and orders to “Hurry up and GO!” Geez!
Mom has spent the last two days walking around making funny noises into a tissue she holds up to her nose, and Dad has been a real C R A B (according to Mom), ’cause he’s got a cold too. When Dad holds his handkerchief up to his nose, the sound he makes almost blows the roof off the condo – seriously, I’m sure they hear him in St. Ignace!
Oh, and besides being sick, Dad has this other little problem. When he did the big race (walk) the other day, he got a blister on his foot at mile marker #1. That left him seven more miles to walk with the blister – really, I did the math. When he got home and took off his shoe and sock, me and Maddie ’bout barfed – and so did Mom. The whole bottom of his foot below his toes was gross, gross, gross. I didn’t want to be anywhere close to it, and I usually love being close to gross stuff. Maddie was so grossed out she had to leave the room! This morning, between Mom and Dad, they finally figured out a way to pad the blister so he could put his weight on it. But let me just tell you, there were some really tense moments and some tones of voice we seldom hear coming from Mom and Dad – unless I’ve rolled in horse poop right after I’ve been to the groomers, or Maddie has tried to eat the pit bulldog down the street for lunch.
About four o’clock this afternoon, Dad says, “Let’s get out of this condo before we go stir crazy!” Now Maddie and me didn’t know what “stir crazy” was, but if it’s any worse than what it’s been like around here for the last two days, we didn’t want any part of it!
So – when they said “Let’s go outside!”, we were ready!
Hi. Maddie here.
For once I agree with the blonde monster – it’s been bad, bad, bad at our place. Even though I always have to stay connected to Dad when we go out, it was still great to be in the fresh air and able to run out to the end of my long leash. I even got a kick out of watching the big-headed boy run around like a maniac.
Bear and Maddie: What we are about to tell you is absolutely the most wonderful, exciting, exhilarating, fun, stupendous, marvelous, and over-the-top thing that has ever happened to us – the two of us together – the blonde and red duo – the Mutt and Jeff of Mackinac Island – the little weiner dog and the big blonde goofball. You will not believe it – that’s why Mom took pictures!
We turned the corner at the Governor’s house and started toward the back of the fort. As soon as we saw the huge lawn across from the fort, we saw a gazillion geese eating the grass there. Now I know when Mom uses that word – gazillion – she is always exaggerating. But really, there were a gazillion geese on that lawn.
Bear: I have become the official Mackinac Island goose chaser lately. I’ve been doing it for two years at the condo, but now that Mr. Phil Porter, the Director of the State Parks, has seen me in action, he wants me to clear the geese everywhere I go. And there are ALWAYS a lot of geese in back of the fort! I’ve cleared them away several times over the last two weeks – and done a pretty darn good job of it too!
Maddie: Of course, all I ever get to do is watch, knowing the whole time that I could run rings around the blonde airhead. All I needed was a CHANCE!
Bear: And today, Maddie got her chance! When Dad sent me after the geese, I took off to one side, planning on rounding ’em up so I wouldn’t miss any of them.
Maddie: And I’m sitting there like always, just watching – and suddenly Dad says, “Go get ’em, Maddie!” AND HE UNHOOKS THE LEASH FROM MY COLLAR, AND I AM FREE!
Bear: Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see this little blur of fur coming in fast. Oh My Gosh! It’s Maddie, and she’s off-leash! What fun! What fun!
Bear and Maddie: That was the most fun thing we have ever done together, and I hope Dad lets us do it again.
Maddie: I must have run a million miles across that lawn. It was so worth it, that I actually came back to Dad and let him put the leash back on me. Well, I was pretty tired too.
Bear: Yep, I was tired too. But not tired enough not to roll around in all the fresh goose poop and come up a lovely shade of green. I thought it looked beautiful against my blonde hair, but Mom didn’t agree. She marched over, snapped on my leash and marched me to a park maintenance building, where they had a hose with enough pressure to put out a fire! I wasn’t green long! Geez! I’ll be glad when she gets well!
Note: Title quote attributed to Dolly Parton.