Everyday Life 30 :: 26Found it!Yeesh. Yesterday was not pretty. Nothing tragic. Nothing major. Just the everyday setbacks that can topple an empire or make a mom feel grossly incompetent.
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Alex has been doing battle with a virus that leaves him lethargic, gives him congestion and a sore throat. And even though his good friend Mitchell
does have strep throat, Alex was given the "all clear" when I took him to the doctor Wednesday. For good measure the doctor added, "Well, seeing he has been sick for a week and no one else has gotten sick, I don't believe he's contagious."
Oh Lord... has ever a more fate-tempting statement ever been uttered?![](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sPZdm4OlUqCzuj27DJRnGvj3aZPSC5C_B-mdFZo5eXN1WMOmXOVYcvTfj42EJxVRi17RFfRj-UyosCEcOhWmDW_WoRKBzdy4pYvZl0wszBITfH7wR23w=s0-d)
Up all night, writhing and suffering, William is sick now too. And, he does not want to be seen.
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And Max is sick. He does not want to be seen. Building an army of Lego knights is helping him pass the time while he feels "horrible."
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Maria does not appear to be sick, but she is moody and tender, which is an early warning sign, I believe. Also, she did not want her picture taken, and is satisfied to close her eyes to avoid detection.
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Maria is passing the time writing letters and delivering them to everyone.
And I am sick. Ugh. My eyeballs hurt, and so does my head and throat. Ugh. Sigh. Moan.
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My happy distraction has been sketching and stitching, so now I have a little rooster, that I would love to add to a quilt some day.
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Maybe it will be a sampler quilt, with embroidered vignettes, favorite themes, and favorite colors.
On the good advice of my
friend Pamela, I am going to sit back and enjoy this
whirlwind time in my life. It may have its challenges, but it is fleeting and good, so I don't want to miss any of it.
Oh! One more thing. I am enjoying some small amount of satisfaction in saying "I knew it, and I told them so," regarding the economy and the housing market. And I love it when someone else has the time to
write about the stuff I am thinking." Of course my pleasure is limited to anticipating the down-turn, the ride itself
will not be enjoyable. It's difficult to foresee
all of the possible
affects.*edited 02/02/08
Someone thinks I am being too vague about my opinions on the housing market/economy. So, for clarity:
1. We rent. This has been painful and we have been ridiculed and ostracized for not drinking the Kool-Aid.
2. We have been waiting for this Bubble to burst. We have been anticipating what we saw as an inevitable economic downturn.
3. We shared our concerns with many.
4. I am sad and sympathetic. I do not take any pleasure whatsoever in anyone's strife, anguish or suffering.
5. I hope that when the easy-money, free-for all is over, we will be able to buy a reasonably priced house to call our own.
6. I hope that every real estate agent, counselor and landlord that ever guffawed, laughed or heckled me is enjoying the ride that would, "Never, ever happen."