Sunday, June 03, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Car-heads!
With a bit of nostalgia, a newfound fear, plus time to kill, I stumbled
upon this interesting experiment and story. It has been almost 8 years since I owned a car--without a longing to go back to those gas-pumping days-- and biking is
my preferred means of transport. But, city-living and me-on-a-bike
don't always mix. My adult years (worthy of distinguishing from my childhood years, for I am sure there were many more spills back in the day...) on a bike have landed me with an uncountable amount of bruises, painful stitches, a bumpy-lumpy nose, an irrational fear of SUV's driver-side doors, and a love for clearly marked Bike Lanes. I do like
to "put the fun between my legs" as my comrade likes to jest, but there really should be an easier way to please all road-based travelers. I once thought DC took the cake for the Worst Biking City, but after today, Baltimore wins this prize!
upon this interesting experiment and story. It has been almost 8 years since I owned a car--without a longing to go back to those gas-pumping days-- and biking is
my preferred means of transport. But, city-living and me-on-a-bike
don't always mix. My adult years (worthy of distinguishing from my childhood years, for I am sure there were many more spills back in the day...) on a bike have landed me with an uncountable amount of bruises, painful stitches, a bumpy-lumpy nose, an irrational fear of SUV's driver-side doors, and a love for clearly marked Bike Lanes. I do like
to "put the fun between my legs" as my comrade likes to jest, but there really should be an easier way to please all road-based travelers. I once thought DC took the cake for the Worst Biking City, but after today, Baltimore wins this prize!
Veggie Garden Delight
Our green thumbs have been protruding as of late. Been busy in the front and back yards, as you can see. Next up, churning the earth in the back and making it a yard. Plus, building more raised beds for the front. Even the composter exists happily.
Photo Opportunities
This Sunday morn affords one time to do purposeless chores. For example, uploading photos to Flickr and Blogger.
Recent Haps:
Dindin for the Birthday Boy:
School's been fun:
Recent Haps:
Dindin for the Birthday Boy:
School's been fun:
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Summer Storm
Rain pouring, was just snoring as great plans were forming.
Saturday's are my favorite.
Keba is healing nicely. He will have all of his stitches removed by Monday, that will ease our stratching woes. There is more swelling now, but that is to be expected. The pit bull owner dropped off a check for half of the vet bills, that was nice.
Not sure what else...going to stare at some raindrops and listen to some thunder booms.
Saturday's are my favorite.
Keba is healing nicely. He will have all of his stitches removed by Monday, that will ease our stratching woes. There is more swelling now, but that is to be expected. The pit bull owner dropped off a check for half of the vet bills, that was nice.
Not sure what else...going to stare at some raindrops and listen to some thunder booms.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
It's what?
Teacher Appreciation Week
The ever-present humongous knot in my back -- affectionately named different scholars at varied times of the day -- reminds me of how much I am appreciated. So does this article.
Yup...sure am feeling appreciated.
I am also not thoroughly exhausted and full of sarcasm, nope not one lil bit, totally sincere.
I keep telling myself, "Kerri, just remember, 'It is no secret that teaching is one of the hardest jobs in the world and, undoubtedly, one of the most important.'"
The ever-present humongous knot in my back -- affectionately named different scholars at varied times of the day -- reminds me of how much I am appreciated. So does this article.
Yup...sure am feeling appreciated.
I am also not thoroughly exhausted and full of sarcasm, nope not one lil bit, totally sincere.
I keep telling myself, "Kerri, just remember, 'It is no secret that teaching is one of the hardest jobs in the world and, undoubtedly, one of the most important.'"
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Scary Day Update (see post below prior to reading this)
Last night, as I chatted with one of my favorite aunts, A. interrupted to share some great news with me. The owner (the woman) of the TWO pitbulls (see below) informed us that she was bringing a check over! Wow, what a relief!
Since this horrific event I have been in quite an emotional funk. We spent a week at the hospital, report daily to a stressful environment hoping to evoke a bit of change but oftentimes end up feeling disgruntled, watched our dog be attacked, spent a night without our puppy, then were truly convinced that there was no such thing as human dignity and/or responsibility. Then, early last night, one phone call reinvigorated me with humankind. Despite this noticeable and incredibly large knot in my upper back, I am reinvigorated with this world and human beings.
But, I do need some help with this massive knot on my back.(I even put in long hard miles yesterday and it still won't loosen...)
Since this horrific event I have been in quite an emotional funk. We spent a week at the hospital, report daily to a stressful environment hoping to evoke a bit of change but oftentimes end up feeling disgruntled, watched our dog be attacked, spent a night without our puppy, then were truly convinced that there was no such thing as human dignity and/or responsibility. Then, early last night, one phone call reinvigorated me with humankind. Despite this noticeable and incredibly large knot in my upper back, I am reinvigorated with this world and human beings.
But, I do need some help with this massive knot on my back.(I even put in long hard miles yesterday and it still won't loosen...)
Monday, May 07, 2007
Our Scariest Day
Our lil family went through quite a scare on Saturday! A. and I decided to venture down a block for some lunch. We were both being picky and indecisive, but final selected the Dogwood Deli. Due to lack of seating, we took our sandwiches home to dine on the front porch. The day was just lovely: sun shining; cool breeze; neighbors milling about; Keba chilling with us on the front porch. But, all the sudden A. went into scream-mode with "Stay, Stay!", however Keba's merry self sauntered down the front porch steps, then A.'s screams increased and his voice changed into a voice I have never heard before...Then, I saw the cause.
There was a woman, about my age, walking with her TWO pit bull dogs. I froze, A. screamed more, and Keba began to detect his master's fear. He turned his head back to A. to see why he can't say "Hi!" to the dogs walking down his sidewalk. As he turned to judge the seriousness of A.'s scream (and they were blood-chilling), one of the TWO pits launched and bit into Keba's neck! OH MY GOD! I was still frozen on the porch, but now A. was punching the dog, screaming, the pit owner was screaming, neighbors were gathering and screaming. I finally realized that this dog may kill my essence of pure joy--my puppy--and I joined the fight. Through teary eyes I hooked onto Keba's collar and pleaded for the pit to give me my dog back. This evil pit seemed to have Keba's ear and much of his lower cheek tightly secured in his jaw. OH MY DOG!
A kind neighbor, who was gardening with a smile moments before, grabbed his shovel and began to smack, with the shovel's edge, the pit on the head. This sound haunts me still. There seemed to be no releasing my beloved pet. Then, like an angel, a woman appeared out of thin air, and dropped a bucket of water in the middle of the chaos. This freed the pit's jaw a bit and since all of my body, mind and soul was desperately trying to pull Keba for clutches of this horrific jaw (I was more than willing to give the pit Keba's ear in exchange for my puppy back), I launched backward with Keba in my lap. I scooped him up, ran him inside and couldn't stop his tears or mine. We hugged, cried and shook while A. talked to the girl with the TWO pit bulls.
When A. came inside, after chatting with the pit-owner, we knew we had to drive to the Animal Hospital, even though neither of us was prepared for another one of life's curveballs...Keba did seem fine at this point, but better to be safe, right? Right! Keba's cheek, extremely close to his eye and throat, was seriously cut. There was much blood hiding under his deep golden fur. But, we braced ourselves as the vet explained that Keba needed to stay the night, be put under anesthesia for many stitches and a drain had to be attached to avoid infection. We said our teary-eyed goodbye's and left him for the night.
We woke super early on Sunday to bring Keba home. Showerless and decaffeinated, we drove up Falls Road to bring our baby home. Neither of us was ready for the mangled cheek we were about to see, the teary fur from his night-long cries or the sad look in his eyes, but I guess nothing can prepare one for such hardship. We thanked and thanked the vet, gently lifted Keba into our borrowed ride and took him home.
He will heal physically, and we are keeping our fingers crossed for mentally. He is not perky yet, hating the Elizabethan collar and seems slightly more aloof than normal. He is on pain pills and antibiotics and has an uncountable amount of stitches. OH MY!!
There was a woman, about my age, walking with her TWO pit bull dogs. I froze, A. screamed more, and Keba began to detect his master's fear. He turned his head back to A. to see why he can't say "Hi!" to the dogs walking down his sidewalk. As he turned to judge the seriousness of A.'s scream (and they were blood-chilling), one of the TWO pits launched and bit into Keba's neck! OH MY GOD! I was still frozen on the porch, but now A. was punching the dog, screaming, the pit owner was screaming, neighbors were gathering and screaming. I finally realized that this dog may kill my essence of pure joy--my puppy--and I joined the fight. Through teary eyes I hooked onto Keba's collar and pleaded for the pit to give me my dog back. This evil pit seemed to have Keba's ear and much of his lower cheek tightly secured in his jaw. OH MY DOG!
A kind neighbor, who was gardening with a smile moments before, grabbed his shovel and began to smack, with the shovel's edge, the pit on the head. This sound haunts me still. There seemed to be no releasing my beloved pet. Then, like an angel, a woman appeared out of thin air, and dropped a bucket of water in the middle of the chaos. This freed the pit's jaw a bit and since all of my body, mind and soul was desperately trying to pull Keba for clutches of this horrific jaw (I was more than willing to give the pit Keba's ear in exchange for my puppy back), I launched backward with Keba in my lap. I scooped him up, ran him inside and couldn't stop his tears or mine. We hugged, cried and shook while A. talked to the girl with the TWO pit bulls.
When A. came inside, after chatting with the pit-owner, we knew we had to drive to the Animal Hospital, even though neither of us was prepared for another one of life's curveballs...Keba did seem fine at this point, but better to be safe, right? Right! Keba's cheek, extremely close to his eye and throat, was seriously cut. There was much blood hiding under his deep golden fur. But, we braced ourselves as the vet explained that Keba needed to stay the night, be put under anesthesia for many stitches and a drain had to be attached to avoid infection. We said our teary-eyed goodbye's and left him for the night.
We woke super early on Sunday to bring Keba home. Showerless and decaffeinated, we drove up Falls Road to bring our baby home. Neither of us was ready for the mangled cheek we were about to see, the teary fur from his night-long cries or the sad look in his eyes, but I guess nothing can prepare one for such hardship. We thanked and thanked the vet, gently lifted Keba into our borrowed ride and took him home.
He will heal physically, and we are keeping our fingers crossed for mentally. He is not perky yet, hating the Elizabethan collar and seems slightly more aloof than normal. He is on pain pills and antibiotics and has an uncountable amount of stitches. OH MY!!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Strange & Fantastic Commuters
It really is the little things! Life has supplied a few unexpected curve balls lately, but in the midst of hardship came a wonderful surprise. As you may know, we commute daily on the MARC for our round-trip journey from Charm City to Chocolate City. You probably don't know, but for my birthday A. created a book of "coupons" for me to use over the course of this year. These coupons are colorfully illustrated and thoughtfully represent how well he knows me. Some coupon examples: Organic Homecooked Ethnic Meal; Day Hike with Keba; Explor-a-bike Day and so on...
These coupons tickled me so much that I pulled out my coupon collection recently on the train to ponder when and which one I would use first. As we made our way home, I decided to cash in my Day Hike coupon for that weekend. I reached into the depths of my backpack and...what...no way...WHERE ARE MY COUPONS?...no way, they have to be here, I just had them...NO!...(emptied bag onto floor) THEY ARE GONE.. NoooooOOOOO!
A. is so smart. These were nontransferable and couldn't be redeemed without the actual coupon. He smiled mischievously at my dismay as I tried to convince him to recreate, he denied me, and I sank my shoulders with self-disappointment. BOOHOO for me, right?
THEN, about two weeks later, our school secretary told me that I had a phone message in my mailslot. This is not uncommon, so I slowly made my way to my mailslot to see who I owed a return call. The message read, "Theresa called about those coupon."
Ummm, what? I don't know a Theresa, not sure what "those coupon" would/could be, so I disregarded this message by telling myself there must have been an error. (Not once did A.'s coupons cross my mind, but I do usually call people back.)THEN, last week, the same wonderful secretary informed me of a letter that recently arrived for me. This too was placed in my mailslot. I sauntered that way and began to open the letter. This envelope was handwritten and the return address was from Glen Burnie.
I opened this mystery package to find...MY COUPONS!!
Theresa Arney from Glen Burnie mailed my coupons back to me! This incredibly persistent woman sought me out to return what most would have considered trash. She jotted a short note about how she tried to contact me at work but I never returned her call, so she just mailed them to me. Well, jeeze, I sure felt awful for not calling her back, but my Thank You note to her was mailed today.
Oftentimes I find myself disgruntled by human misbehavior. I find people rude, brash and inappropriate (especially those from my Mid-Atlantic region). Sometimes I can shrug these feelings away by looking at the amazing people I surround myself with, for they fill me with reassurance and sanity, but sometimes those yucky people stick with me so deeply I can't sleep. This seemingly simple gesture-Theresa's persistence- made my week, well actually my year. I feel warm and fuzzy inside, smile with ease and don't care about those stupid passive aggressive, rude, inappropriate people out there. Those people can't hold down the Theresa's of the world!
THANKS TO MY FELLOW MARC TRAIN COMMUTER FOR BRINGING BACK HOPE!
Do you agree with this projection of happiness?
These coupons tickled me so much that I pulled out my coupon collection recently on the train to ponder when and which one I would use first. As we made our way home, I decided to cash in my Day Hike coupon for that weekend. I reached into the depths of my backpack and...what...no way...WHERE ARE MY COUPONS?...no way, they have to be here, I just had them...NO!...(emptied bag onto floor) THEY ARE GONE.. NoooooOOOOO!
A. is so smart. These were nontransferable and couldn't be redeemed without the actual coupon. He smiled mischievously at my dismay as I tried to convince him to recreate, he denied me, and I sank my shoulders with self-disappointment. BOOHOO for me, right?
THEN, about two weeks later, our school secretary told me that I had a phone message in my mailslot. This is not uncommon, so I slowly made my way to my mailslot to see who I owed a return call. The message read, "Theresa called about those coupon."
Ummm, what? I don't know a Theresa, not sure what "those coupon" would/could be, so I disregarded this message by telling myself there must have been an error. (Not once did A.'s coupons cross my mind, but I do usually call people back.)THEN, last week, the same wonderful secretary informed me of a letter that recently arrived for me. This too was placed in my mailslot. I sauntered that way and began to open the letter. This envelope was handwritten and the return address was from Glen Burnie.
I opened this mystery package to find...MY COUPONS!!
Theresa Arney from Glen Burnie mailed my coupons back to me! This incredibly persistent woman sought me out to return what most would have considered trash. She jotted a short note about how she tried to contact me at work but I never returned her call, so she just mailed them to me. Well, jeeze, I sure felt awful for not calling her back, but my Thank You note to her was mailed today.
Oftentimes I find myself disgruntled by human misbehavior. I find people rude, brash and inappropriate (especially those from my Mid-Atlantic region). Sometimes I can shrug these feelings away by looking at the amazing people I surround myself with, for they fill me with reassurance and sanity, but sometimes those yucky people stick with me so deeply I can't sleep. This seemingly simple gesture-Theresa's persistence- made my week, well actually my year. I feel warm and fuzzy inside, smile with ease and don't care about those stupid passive aggressive, rude, inappropriate people out there. Those people can't hold down the Theresa's of the world!
THANKS TO MY FELLOW MARC TRAIN COMMUTER FOR BRINGING BACK HOPE!
Do you agree with this projection of happiness?
Friday, April 20, 2007
Challenge!
Decide, Commit, then Put in Many Miles...
If you believe you are brave enough, strong enough and weather-proof enough, commit to the 2007 Seagull Century. (Note: I did not say the 50 miler, or that we are so sweet we melt in water, but I said we commit.)
I will do it!
And you?
If you believe you are brave enough, strong enough and weather-proof enough, commit to the 2007 Seagull Century. (Note: I did not say the 50 miler, or that we are so sweet we melt in water, but I said we commit.)
I will do it!
And you?
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Explor-a-bike Part 2
Explor-a-bike day faced a detour when the words "hot springs" summoned my soul.
Steamy bathing was needed, good, and worth another trip. So not too much dirty spray on the butt today, but rain (and, what, SNOW!) is in our forecast, so hope for dirty dirty butt lingers.
Restless. Restless. Restless...Incredibly RestLESS.
Lately, full of unrest.
Maybe it is the moon and its almost-fullness. Maybe it is the fact that I need to start something new. Maybe I miss someone. Maybe there is a void or a craving I am missing. (Like when I just want some chocolate and think a cup of tea will suffice, yet it never suffices. Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of dark chocolate...)
Yep. Something new. I think I want to write a zine.
Steamy bathing was needed, good, and worth another trip. So not too much dirty spray on the butt today, but rain (and, what, SNOW!) is in our forecast, so hope for dirty dirty butt lingers.
Restless. Restless. Restless...Incredibly RestLESS.
Lately, full of unrest.
Maybe it is the moon and its almost-fullness. Maybe it is the fact that I need to start something new. Maybe I miss someone. Maybe there is a void or a craving I am missing. (Like when I just want some chocolate and think a cup of tea will suffice, yet it never suffices. Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of dark chocolate...)
Yep. Something new. I think I want to write a zine.
Explor-a-bike day
It rained a lot last evening. I learned this when I sauntered onto the back deck this morn, it was drenched, but strangely I didn't hear the slightest rain drop during dreamy time last night. A drenched deck means there are puddles all over the city! And, riding over, through and in puddles while perched on my bike is one of my favorite energy burners. I also really enjoy getting my butt covered with mud from that dirty spray from the back tire. Oh, and I hope one of the puddles ends up drizzling on my face. Needless to say...
I am eagerly heading out for an explor-a-bike day. Oh, and I just purchased a snazzy new helmet. And, helmets equal confidence and smarts on a bike.
Plus, I want to check out this spot!, and they are open today.
FUN.
Explora-bike-day.
I am eagerly heading out for an explor-a-bike day. Oh, and I just purchased a snazzy new helmet. And, helmets equal confidence and smarts on a bike.
Plus, I want to check out this spot!, and they are open today.
FUN.
Explora-bike-day.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Anthology of Foliage
Like a mother with her first-born's baby album, I want to watch our plants mature and discover the world.
Palm (donated by Mom Bowers):
This beauty fawns the dining room. Its sinewy green fingers long to be caressed while bubbles of growth are sprouting.
Baby Coffee Plant:
With waxy leaves shimmerring in the sun and a soft fragrance, this baby keeps our current vino from Mendoza company.
Rubber Tree:
Both of our childhood homes contained a massive rubber tree, with time Keba will be able to say the same.
Kitchen Crew (from left to right): Spider, Dwarf Plant, Philodendron:
This spider has been through the past four years with me, and looks it. But, its buddies are thriving. The dwarf likes medium light, but the philodendron is a climbing sun-bather. Even with their differences, these three seem to get along just fine.
Aloe:
When you are as accident-prone as me, you quickly learn of this wonder. To use it, is to love it.
Philodendrons:
In this pot you will find two varietals of philodendrons: colorful, air-filtering wonders! I want the yellow to drape downward and red/green to spread, spread spread.
Poppop Philodendron:
This is our majestic beast. Sometimes this plant shares war stories from back in the day (just like my daddy).
Living Room Crew (from top to bottom): Prayer Plant, Exotic Angel, Mandarin Orange:
This trio requires the most attention of them all. The fickle Prayer Plant curls and hides, the Angel is difficult to keep happy and moist, and the Mandarin's tips brown regardless of repeated efforts. Despite our trials and tribulations, this crew seems pleasant enough in the living room.
Ficus Tree (donated by Mom Pintzuk):
I love reading in this corner! The only way this corner could bring more pleasure is if the ficus fingers would turn the pages of my read.
Buddha Hoya Rope and Jade:
For some reason, our easy-to-please jade makes me want to dive into a lilypad covered lake (childhood flashbacks of East Lake, but no idea why). Buddha Hoya is loving the radiating heat. Along with the philodendrons, this climber will soon belong to our living wall.
Mixed Climbers: Philodendrons + Buddha Hoya:
This group of three longs to hear bedtime stories and wake with the early sun.
Orchid Surprise (donated by Mom Bowers):
We are trying to nurture a glorious Orchid, keep your fingers crossed. My parents have unsurpassed luck with orchids...just trying to live up to my family's green thumb.
Diffenbachia (donated by Mom Bowers):
This beauty likes a breathe of fresh air every now and again. Its curled arms are very curious.
Palm (donated by Mom Bowers):
This beauty fawns the dining room. Its sinewy green fingers long to be caressed while bubbles of growth are sprouting.Baby Coffee Plant:
With waxy leaves shimmerring in the sun and a soft fragrance, this baby keeps our current vino from Mendoza company.Rubber Tree:
Both of our childhood homes contained a massive rubber tree, with time Keba will be able to say the same. Kitchen Crew (from left to right): Spider, Dwarf Plant, Philodendron:
This spider has been through the past four years with me, and looks it. But, its buddies are thriving. The dwarf likes medium light, but the philodendron is a climbing sun-bather. Even with their differences, these three seem to get along just fine.Aloe:
When you are as accident-prone as me, you quickly learn of this wonder. To use it, is to love it.Philodendrons:
In this pot you will find two varietals of philodendrons: colorful, air-filtering wonders! I want the yellow to drape downward and red/green to spread, spread spread.Poppop Philodendron:
This is our majestic beast. Sometimes this plant shares war stories from back in the day (just like my daddy).Living Room Crew (from top to bottom): Prayer Plant, Exotic Angel, Mandarin Orange:
This trio requires the most attention of them all. The fickle Prayer Plant curls and hides, the Angel is difficult to keep happy and moist, and the Mandarin's tips brown regardless of repeated efforts. Despite our trials and tribulations, this crew seems pleasant enough in the living room.Ficus Tree (donated by Mom Pintzuk):
I love reading in this corner! The only way this corner could bring more pleasure is if the ficus fingers would turn the pages of my read.Buddha Hoya Rope and Jade:
For some reason, our easy-to-please jade makes me want to dive into a lilypad covered lake (childhood flashbacks of East Lake, but no idea why). Buddha Hoya is loving the radiating heat. Along with the philodendrons, this climber will soon belong to our living wall.Mixed Climbers: Philodendrons + Buddha Hoya:
This group of three longs to hear bedtime stories and wake with the early sun.Orchid Surprise (donated by Mom Bowers):
We are trying to nurture a glorious Orchid, keep your fingers crossed. My parents have unsurpassed luck with orchids...just trying to live up to my family's green thumb.Diffenbachia (donated by Mom Bowers):
This beauty likes a breathe of fresh air every now and again. Its curled arms are very curious.
Friday, March 16, 2007
No wonder I got the flu!
70 degrees on Wednesday ---> Snow falling on Friday.
Dare I ask if Spring will come?
March's fickle self can bow down, and springlike sunshine can flow any day now.
Hello, Spring? Can you hear my plea? Please come back, please! We will welcome you with blooming buds, tee-shirted arms, and backyard blasts. Come again, won't you please?
Dare I ask if Spring will come?
March's fickle self can bow down, and springlike sunshine can flow any day now.
Hello, Spring? Can you hear my plea? Please come back, please! We will welcome you with blooming buds, tee-shirted arms, and backyard blasts. Come again, won't you please?
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Bring the snotty tissues back, please!
Oh, I wish I had a head cold, but NO! I GOT THE FLU!
On Tuesday, A arrived home and immediately decided that my pain needed more than his abundant supply of TLC. He was right, for all day I suffered through aches and chills, waves of nausea, and that same killer headache. Then, as he touched my face to soothe my pain, he noticed that I was burning up. So, he drove to me to the nearest Patient First where gentle nurses and doctors cuddled me, offered me Matzo Ball soup, swabbed up my nose and deep into my throat, and diagnosed me as the tenth flu case that day. I was running a 103 fever and "looked awful". Now, two days later, I am taken TamiFlu and feeling a bit more normal, but still unable sit upright for more than 10 minutes.
First warning sign of the Flu: an unbearable headache.
If this happens, head straight to a health care professional.
On Tuesday, A arrived home and immediately decided that my pain needed more than his abundant supply of TLC. He was right, for all day I suffered through aches and chills, waves of nausea, and that same killer headache. Then, as he touched my face to soothe my pain, he noticed that I was burning up. So, he drove to me to the nearest Patient First where gentle nurses and doctors cuddled me, offered me Matzo Ball soup, swabbed up my nose and deep into my throat, and diagnosed me as the tenth flu case that day. I was running a 103 fever and "looked awful". Now, two days later, I am taken TamiFlu and feeling a bit more normal, but still unable sit upright for more than 10 minutes.
First warning sign of the Flu: an unbearable headache.
If this happens, head straight to a health care professional.
Monday, March 12, 2007
From a pile of snotty tissues
Just as I praised my body's immune system this winter, wouldn't you know it-- A full-fledged-not-getting-out-of-pajamas head cold strikes. Despite all efforts to avoid this hardship, I was unable to go to work and even less able to keep the fragile area below my nose and above my upper lip dry today.
On Friday, I was sent a vicious warning sign: the headache to top all headaches. Yes, this headache was the Queen Bee of Headaches, the not to be disputed champ! But, the weekend offered a mini-reprieve (for the headache dulled after 12 hours of slumber): Saturday contained a hard running workout under sunbeams; long, slow Sunday brunch capped off with sunbeams on our back deck; Sunday slow run---- AND---- this is where my current plight began. For, it was on this run when I was forced to acknowledge my lethargy and snot production.
I ended my run early, and defiantly returned home to challenge my body to bring on the cold as I gulped echinacea like a fiend. But, alas, to no avail. I am sick and after one day, I am sick of being sick!
I already long to be back with my scholars:
On Friday, I was sent a vicious warning sign: the headache to top all headaches. Yes, this headache was the Queen Bee of Headaches, the not to be disputed champ! But, the weekend offered a mini-reprieve (for the headache dulled after 12 hours of slumber): Saturday contained a hard running workout under sunbeams; long, slow Sunday brunch capped off with sunbeams on our back deck; Sunday slow run---- AND---- this is where my current plight began. For, it was on this run when I was forced to acknowledge my lethargy and snot production.
I ended my run early, and defiantly returned home to challenge my body to bring on the cold as I gulped echinacea like a fiend. But, alas, to no avail. I am sick and after one day, I am sick of being sick!
I already long to be back with my scholars:
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