I was struck down with the flu last week. The whole kit and kaboodle – fever, listlessness, bug running around in my ears (I even got Tim up in the middle of the night to pour hydrogen peroxide in that ear just to make sure it wasn’t a critter). I couldn’t do anything but endure and up until yesterday I am still recovering from it. Gah, I felt like an invalid or a very old lady. Sigh. Getting old is going to suck, but at least I have friends to grow old with me. That comforts me immensely to know that I am not doing this alone. 
Anyway, I wasn’t capable of posting and even if I had it would have been about how awful I felt. The good news is that I was the only one who got it. Thank heavens.
This is a new week though, a fresh start and already I have woken up without a headache or sinus pressure, so that is good. Actually I woke up at 9:30, which felt wonderful. What wasn’t wonderful was that Neeners came into bed again (three times in a row now) and I was pushed to the very side of the bed while she hogged my pillow and blankets. Of course this would happen because last week I said to Tim “It’s it weird how Morella is the one that always comes to our bed instead of Neeners? I can’t remember the last time Neeners came to our bed.” Tim couldn’t remember the last time either, and now we both can. Yesterday when I woke up, Neeners AND Morella was beside me. Apparently Neeners had kicked Tim out of his side and he went to her bed and then Morella woke up and took Tim’s side in my bed. Musical beds!
What else have we done. We went to Fitchburg Days on Saturday. I got the worst bratwurst of my life and spit out the second half (Tim described it as tasting like a pig farm), Morella rode some rides, we played in the dreampark, got free animal balloons, the girls devoured a whole bag of cotton candy and Tim and I had ice cream. Watching Morella on the Dragon Roller Coaster was great — she had a huge smile plastered on her face the entire time. Maybe she will take after me. I loved fast, scary ride and instead of screaming I would start to laugh hysterically. Neeners rode a little train for one circle before the man had to stop it and take her off. Neeners isn’t a fan of anything these days. I suppose it is just a stage. We had 11 tickets left and donated them to a Grandma with four grandchildren. Tim said he remembered going to the fair with lots of siblings and wanting to do more rides (I remember the same thing).
Sunday I went shopping and bought another pair of sandals. A more dressy pair as I decided that you just can’t have one pair of outside, rugged sandals (Keens). I took Morella with me and went to JCP. The mall was closed when we arrived so I got a coffee from Barnes and Nobles and used the bathroom while we waited for the stores to open. In the bathroom I found a phone. So I took it and spent the next 15 minutes looking for a customer service station, walking into the outlands of the mall looking for an office that was closed and then eventually talking to a kiosk person who called the mall security guard for me so I could hand it to him. Whew! Anyway, I got my sandals and we went home, were I rested and took some painkillers before heading out to Stoughton for the Syttende Mai parade. It was a traditional parade with lots of high school bands, some clowns, princesses and Norwegians in various states of age, and no candy was thrown. Honestly, it was nice to attend a parade without the worry of getting candy. I think that parade was the day before and they call it “The Children’s Parade”. We skipped it because we imagined a parade with lots of kids wandering around on the street.
Last night was book club for the book Bossy Pants which most of us disliked. We decided that we need a real, honest to god page turner, so our next book is: Faith Bass Darling’s Last Garage Sale by Lynda Rutledge. OH geez, I just realized that it only just came out! I guess we are book sharing and I should get on that right away. After book club I went to Mickey’s with two other Moms and witnessed and exciting mystery unfold outside our window. Here is a link to a written version of what transpired:
It finally warmed up here last week so I have been able to spend a lot of time outside, and go for lots of little walks. The girls have been loving the outside time and play with water to their hearts content.
—– Just skyped with Bekah and Vada from France
–Got dressed
—Time to feed the kids
–End of this post
Aww baby raccoons. Another one of those babies my dad brought home for us to bottle feed once. Very sweet, but as it got older it was a bit bite-ey. Like a ferret. I dislike ferrets, which is probably why I never went out looking for baby raccoons for the kids in the spring. I’ve always wanted a skunk though. I hear they are pretty nice little guys if you can find a de-stinking vet…This spring so far we tried our luck with a hatching robin Rebecca found. I have a suspicion that she removed it from the nest herself, but she steadfastly denies it saying it was “just laying there” on the ground. He was doing really well eating, but when I set up the warming light, he died despite my checking the temperature and adjusting it accordingly. When this happened, I had to explain to Yaya and her friend Shaylyn that it is VERY hard to pretend to be the mama to a wild animal and it is always best to leave it alone. Long lecture with a stern promise of a butt tanning should either of them rob a nest again. Sigh.