Angesteckt

I caught my man's virus. Since we didn't share a toothbrush it might have been the kissing. But I really blame the kids. He works in a germ factory - a high school. My man gets sick several times per school year and I usually avoid it due to my superior American immune system. I honestly cannot remember the last time I was sick - 2008?

DAY 1:

He said, "Go to the doctor and get antibiotics."

I said, "For a cold? They'll laugh at me and tell me to drink water." (That has happened to me before when I felt worse. Twice.)

So we'll see what happens. My man took 6 days of antibiotics for the same symptoms, I'm taking nothing but hot tea. (Symptoms: horrible sore throat day 1 and 2, stuffy nose day 3, coughing should ensue tomorrow.)

I understand why he missed work and went to the doctor - I couldn't speak very well the first two days and his job involves both speaking and singing. He teaches math, physics, and has a choir group at lunch.

I admit I have a huge craving for this:

but I need to just put that out of my mind cuz it doesn't exist here. Stop ..thinking ..about it!

I'm trying to stay in bed longer and not work outside so much.







DAY 2:

I cannot resist - I worked myself into a sweaty mess trimming Baasha's feet, and then I stood letting him graze the neighbor's clover in my sweaty damp t-shirt while the wind blew on us. I thought at the time, "This isn't such a hot idea."

DAY 3:

I finally got all the road tar off my car from our newly paved street. The car wasn't just flecked with tar, it was solid black on the lower panels. The rest of the car was what you could call flecked (and some streaming black lines too). I only drove 10MPH, just on the wrong day. Tarring day. (Let me tell you I was severely pissed when I first saw it, and my man had to endure my worst side as I complained to him that there must be something we can do legally, or insurance-wise!? Happily my suspicion was correct, you can just call the road crew and ask them to deliver a can of tar remover! One of our neighbors whose car was also trashed was so jealous that she didn't think of that, she had to buy two bottles herself.)

I spent 2 hours getting the road tar off, and then waxing out the scratches that I put in *sigh*. (The tar had dirt in it, of course, so any rubbing would cause scratches.) Now I can say I'm a pro at removing tar. Just spray the heck out of it and wait. Then watch it run down and then wipe very gently with a perfectly clean cloth. Then throw the cloth into the trash and repeat with a new cloth. The trash is full now.

I had waited 3 whole weeks for that tar remover to arrive, so I did a 100% detail job in the car, every centimeter is shining and all the glass is rain-x'd. The inside too, including door jambs. As I worked I thought how much I'd love to detail cars for a living. I love this Prius as much as I loved Günter, my Chevy Silverado 3500. (I washed Günter weekly too.) I know Americans are used to these cars; they're everywhere, but they are rare here, and it is so much fun to drive in stealth mode. Don't worry, I'm really careful in parking lots. Though I've been told it's ugly by more than one person, I just don't see it. Also, when you see your Miles Per Gallon constantly as you drive, and it's so very economical, you cannot condemn it for its looks.


DAY 3, afternoon:

We went to pick up my favorite tool, my lawn mower, and my man's weed whacker. Both needed maintenance stat. It was funny when the man was explaining the work on the lawn mower and my man said, "Talk to my wife, it's her thing, she mows." I said in his defense, "He has other things!"

Now we're home and the grass is too long. And it's our last sunny day for a while. I can hear a chorus of lawn mowers in operation around us. I ruefully put my lawn mower away and now I wait. It's killing me that I cannot mow right now when the grass is finally dry. In fact, the neighbor laughed when he talked to my man tonight, "Was it devastating for her to have the lawn mower in the shop?" He knows me.

My nose is running so much, but I dare not take too much pseudofed (sp?) because I need to sleep sometime.

To cheer me up, Mercer caught two mice today. One could be called a rat, it was so large. Our cat is so small it looked like she was carrying a kitten in her mouth as she trotted by me.

She is becoming charming - if she's outside and she suddenly sees me, she doesn't walk, she trots to me, meowing happily. I think we make her feel safe outside. Lately the neighbor cats have been fighting with her, trying to claim our yard as their own. So she stays in at night, when they're up, and that seems to work.

Well here she is now, murmuring to me and rubbing on me as I sit here. She wants an early dinner but she's 45 minutes off.

And since I cannot have my chicken and stars, I'm gonna make some stroganoff.

Tomorrow:












* Angesteckt = the German word for when someone gave you a contagious sickness