Was feeling under the weather this morning, so Ted went to church without me. My throat is sore, and my ear feels like someone is jabbing at it with an ice-pick. I searched all our medical stuff and found a left-over antibiotic, which I promptly started – hoping those will clear this up before it becomes bad enough to warrant a trip to the medical center.
Feeling like I do, it’s funny I should sit down to write. If I wanted to “do” something, there are plenty of options because we’ve had a pretty busy weekend, and, therefore, condo “daily duties” have mostly gone undone. I haven’t washed clothes in a couple of days – or run the dishwasher, or ironed Ted’s “Sunday” khakis (he ushered this morning and was so sweet when he said, “Don’t worry about it – what’s a wrinkle or two!”). I also need to wash out and clean Bear’s ears, which seem to be chronically yucky with gook lately. There’s no sign of infection (redness), and I’m thinking he’s developed an allergy of some kind. I’m wondering if I need to change from a grain-based diet (will call vet tomorrow). And the carpet hasn’t been vacuumed since last Thursday – therefore, there is an abundance of “Bear hair” everywhere. So many things need to be done.
And yet, what I choose to do . . . . . is write.
As my fingers fly over the keyboard, my sluggish brain becomes more active, my body relaxes (that could be the pain meds I took for my ear), and my mind surges ahead to tomorrow and the next day – already full of activities I don’t need to miss.
OK – enough of the “poor me” dialogue. Hopefully, when I finish this post I’ll be feeling better and will jump up and dive into the stuff I’ve mentioned above.
On Friday we had what I believe was only our second good, day-long, drenching rain of the summer. It was wonderful, and it came on the day Ted and I were planning to bike out to the Inn at Stonecliffe for Frankie Thill’s birthday dinner. By late afternoon, with the rain still falling and the wind kicking up too, we added our names to the taxi list of others going to the same dinner and enjoyed the horse-drawn ride through the wet woods. I don’t know why we don’t go out to Stonecliffe to eat more often – the trip out there is fun, and the food never fails to be awesome.
We were up bright and early on Saturday morning so Ted could be ready for the annual Mackinac Island 8-Mile Walk and Run around the Island. When Ted did the walk last year, he developed a blister on the bottom of his foot about 2 miles into the walk. But he kept going and finished the race. It took almost two weeks for the thing to heal. This year he wore different shoes and padded socks – hoping to avoid that problem. He didn’t.
While Ted was walking around the Island, Jill, Leanne and I walked over to J.L. Beanery, where we sat inside, ate breakfast sandwiches, and drank hot coffee.
We all gathered a while later on the patio at the Pink Pony for lunch and conversation, then left Ted to watch football. Leanne and Jill went off to work, and I rode home.
All that time in the wind and rain this weekend could be one of the causes of my present ear and throat complaints. But hey! It’s fall! The summer crowds are gone, the very warm temperatures are a thing of the past, and we’ve already had the fireplace roaring two mornings in a row!
Hmmmmmm . . . I think I feel better already!