And then there was one...

Well, it's official. I'm the only person in this household who hasn't been afflicted by the evil stomach flu virus... Mr. Blue Eyes came down with it during the night last night. The bad news is, it packed such a whollup, I thought he was going to pass out this morning. The good news is, tonight he seems to be feeling much better, so it looks like he's going to get over it a lot more quickly than the kids did.

And thus I remain.

Alone.

Solitary in my avoidance of the menacing virus.

Twiddling my thumbs, trembling, and breathing into a paper bag as I await my fate of violent expulsions into the...

Sorry. Sometimes I get a little too dramatic. I'm really not all that worried about it. I just like to create a little drama here with my writing to keep you interested. Is it working?

Today I managed to trek outside for a bit and explore our newly melting world. I had a few items on my agenda...

#1: Say good-bye to the snowblower. At least until next November or so. Not that I ever spent that much time with the snowblower anyway, but I still felt compelled to bid it adieu.

#2: Say, "Hello," to our mongrel cohabitants. For about the last week they've been sloshing around outdoors, getting all kinds of dirty and diligently hunting for any varmint that might be lurking on our farm.

Burley is determined when it comes to varmints.

Henry mostly just follows him around and tries to look important.

#3: Feed the horses. Mr. Blue Eyes usually does the horse chores, but since he was lying on his death bed, I thought I'd help out. It's just the kind of gal I am. Plus I just love feeding the horses. Sometimes I forget that this 'Suzy Homemaker' can switch hats and be more of a 'Sally Farmgirl'. I seem to have this memory lapse more in the winter than the warmer months... Not sure why...

#4: Feed the dogs. Again, this is usually Mr. Blue Eyes territory, but I'm nothing if not accomodating. It's always interesting to watch Henry eat... While Burley and Timber eat at a normal, even somewhat leisurely pace, Henry wolfs it down as if his life depends on it.

#5: Assess the state of the farm at large. My conclusion was this: muddy, slushy, smooshy, squishy, and unfortunately displaying all of the dog poop that has been hiding under the snow for these many winter months. But it is a small price to pay for the joy of snow that is melting into a much longed for springtime, and for the company of our beloved puppies.

And with that, I shall bid you -- much like the snowblower -- adieu. All that fresh air tuckered me out, and I'm looking forward to a lovely slumber filled with gardening dreams.

And hopefully no puking.

Comments

[Beth]

Good morning! Hope you are staying well and Mr. Blue Eyes is feeling much better! Hang in there Mama!