Another week gone by.
I'm not sure where it
went, but I know this — it's gone.
Mike and I did make a
shopping trip to Athens/Sayre this past week and that's usually good for a few
pictures....
Usually.
This week I only picked
out one to show you. Geese on the Susquehanna.
"What's the
holdup?" you ask.
Mike has been having
all kinds of issues with his health this past week and that's really unusual
for him. He hardly ever gets sick at all.
Early in the week he
thought he was coming down with the flu again, body aches, cough, shivers, lack
of appetite, and a slight fever, but whatever he had passed in about
twenty-four hours — except for the lack of appetite. He still has that. Then he
had a spell of just not 'feeling right' and tremors in his hands.
"Should I call for
a doctor's appointment?" I asked. "Find out what's going on with
you?"
"No," Mike answered
quickly.
He didn't even take
time to think about it, but I trust him to know when he needs to go to the
doctor.
"Well, I know that
tremors can be a side effect of some medications, and sometimes it's just an
age thing," I tried to console him.
"Could it be
Parkinson's?" he asked.
"I don't know, but
I know that people with Parkinson's disease often shake. Do you want to go to the
doctor?" I asked again.
"No," he answered
quickly again.
It passed as well, but
then, here at the end of the week, he's developed a backache so bad that's he's
not resting at night and can hardly get up from a sitting position. So the cat
house will just have to wait until he's feeling better.
I found an interesting article
in our local newspaper about the recent bear hunting season here in
Pennsylvania.
In our county, they harvested
(killed) 28 bears. They listed by name some of the people who killed bears and
I spotted at least one female name on the list. They listed some of the biggest
bears and where they were taken. Bears weighing five, six hundred pounds! The
record was estimated to be 700 pounds this year.
What do you think
they'll do with the bears they 'harvested'? Eat them? Or just stuff them?
On Friday, Smudge was already
in the house when the Kipps stopped by for a morning visit. Rosie's florescent can-you-see-me-now walking vest slipped
from her jacket and onto the floor. Smudge claimed it. He laid down on it and
stayed there. When Rosie was ready to leave she had to fight Smudge for it —
and he wasn't letting go of it either!
organized an event for the ladies of Moxie.
The evening started
with a prayer and then we filled our plates with all kinds of cookies! Thank
goodness Jessica saved us from a sugar overload by making a spinach dip stuffed
bread stick Christmas tree, which, by the way, was yummy, yummy, yummy!
"And ridiculously
easy to make," Jessica told us.
When my name was
drawn, I asked one of the little girls to pick one for me. When I unwrapped it,
I was delighted to see that Lydia had picked one of Jessica's fabulous homemade
ornaments for me. You can see the love and care that was put into making this
ornament and I'm thrilled to have it. But I have to confess, all of the
ornaments were just fabulous! So
beautiful and so creative. I'd have been thrilled no matter which one I'd
gotten.
But I also have to confess
that I was hoping for one of Jessica's. She'd been posting pictures on Facebook
all week long as she was making them. I thought the ones made from blue jean
pockets were really cute and clever too.
"You could tuck a gift card down inside the pocket," someone suggested.
I didn't choose mine
and Jessica was in the kitchen when I got there so she didn't know which one
I'd brought.
A happy accident?
A coinkydink?
I don't know but I
don't think it happened to anyone else but us that night.
I did decorate for
Christmas this year. Something I haven't done in more than fifteen years.
And with that, as short
and sweet as this one is, let's call it done.
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