Not What I Intended

Well, obviously I've missed a few days in my goal of writing an entry every day this month...

Actually, I've been a bit ill, which is no fun to live through, sort of dull to write about, and probably excessively boring to read about. Suffice it to say, I think I'll skip it.

Waking up Sunday morning with a bad cold was annoying enough. Then to walk into my kitchen in the morning and discover that there'd been a hatching of some sort was decidedly worse.

Warning, squicky stuff ahead

I guess they came from the vegetables my dad brought me last Monday. I had been sort of busy for a few days, so they sat on the floor in the kitchen until Wednesday when I looked in the bag to get a tomato and noticed that they were... well, infested. Yuck. No tomato for joo! I had Kevin throw them out, but I guess it was too late.

So, Sunday, I came in and the floor was... crawling. Eeeeeeeeeeeew. Although my first thought was gratitude that the hatching had occurred on Sunday when I was home to do something about it rather than on Saturday when we were out at the Brookses' all day. I called Kevin and made him come home to help me out a bit and not really having a better plan, I swept up the wrigglies and dumped them down the disposal.

Kevin went back to work and I spent the better part of two hours squicking Karen out on line by being overly descriptive about the wriggly problem which had some mild entertainment value to the whole mess. (Did you know that maggots pop when you squish them? I spent the rest of Sunday afternoon wandering in and out of the kitchen to see if there were any left. There were. But the number of them tapered off as the day went on and Monday there were only two all day. So, I think I got most of them. I'll let you know in a few days if there's a major housefly epidemic around here.)

By Sunday evening I was feeling low enough to actually call my mother-in-law and ask her if she could perchance come down and babysit for me while I slept all day. She said she'd be happy to help and she was and I did. Sleep all day, that is. Mikey came down with her and played Diablo II on Kevin's computer all day, which I personally think is a pretty violent game for an eight-year-old, but Cathie says it's ok for him to play games as long as it's people killing monsters and not people killing people.

I talked to Kevin around mid-afternoon and asked him to pick me up some NyQuil or a generic equivelent thereof which of course, he promptly forgot. On the plus side, he did remember that he was supposed to stop at the store and pick up something so he called me from the store to ask me what it was.

After I told him, I started fidgetting with my phone's volume which probably hasn't been turned down, but sounds like it because my ears are all stopped up along with the rest of my head. This function only works, however, when there's a phone call in progress so as soon as Kevin hung up, the button started flipping through my phone number list.

I looked down at my phone. Ashby Gunter 1-***-***-****

Hmmm. Haven't heard from him in.... oh, about a year. The last time I tried to call him, I ended up talking with his sister, Amanda, for about an hour or so. Which is fine, because I like Mandu a lot as well. Her daughter, Miranda, was born a bit after Penny and a bit before Jessica, so when I called (about three months after Jess was born) Mandu and I had lots of pregnancy/labor stories to share.

I think I may have tried to call a few times after that, but I'm not certain. Frequently when I call, I get the answering machine (why they have one, I've no idea, since they never seem to return calls) or Mandu's husband, Mark. Mark has been on and off unemployed for the last two years or so, which seems to make him delightfully nasty and completely unable to actually bother to pass on a message.

I got Mark again and wasn't encouraged, but Ashby was actually home. So I got to talk to him. And boy! Did he have some interesting news. He's getting married - which I had rather expected, since the last time I had talked to him, he was in the process of thinking about starting to save up to buy her a ring (is that sort of like fixing to get ready to propose?) - and she's eight weeks pregnant.

He sounds excited and happy and as they were planning to get married anyway this isn't too much of a crises. So, I'm happy for them. And hopefully, I'll actually get to see him again someday. Occassionally I find it sort of depressing that the four people who were in my wedding party are four of the people I see the least often in my life.

However, one of the problems with sleeping all day and going to bed early is that while my cold is still actively kicking my ass, I'm not really sleepy right now. Gah.

Posted by tisfan at August 17, 2004 06:03 AM