Young Love and Viri

Well, it’s official – J has a girlfriend, K has a homecoming date, and I have their cold.

That sneaky little virus that turned K and J into a pair of honking geese has finally taken up residence in my nose and throat despite the precautions I have taken. Poop. And, whereas the younger members of the household shake this stuff off in a couple of days, I will pay a harder and longer lasting penance I am sure. Oh well, complaining never got me very far before, and it won’t this time either. It just makes me cranky.

I was hoping to go up to Duluth this week for a short visit, but I will have to rethink that. It all depends on how I feel. One thing I do not want to do is share this with anyone. We’ll see.

I am taking Zicam to try to mitigate the effects and duration of this. Zicam is an over the counter product praised by a family member and so I will continue to use it in the hopes that it will rain on the little virus’s (or is that viri?) parade and allow me to function.

Now, back the breaking headlines.

A mysterious young man came knocking on our door yesterday and presented K with an ice bucket filled with ice and containing a bottle of hot sauce, hot candies, and a couple of other things. This is the new way of asking someone out on a fancy date and a pretty mild production considering what I have heard of others doing.

Now there will be a flurry of shopping (dress, etc.), phoning (working everything out with the other girls), and finally, hair, flowers, and primping. Unfortunately for me, homecoming will happen in two weeks when I am on the tail end of my next chemo run and feeling like whale poop. I guess she’ll have to have fun without me.

And speaking of phones, there is heavy competition for our suddenly inadequate land line as J has developed a heavy jones for a certain young lady and needs to hear her dulcet tones for hours on end. There have been instances of near fratricide as other members of the family demanded access to the phone.

K, of course, does have a cell phone, but is apparently smacked up against the limit of minutes she gets without having to pay a bounty – and it’s only the middle of the month. Hmmmm. What to do, what to do?

Well, it’s time for me to go and ponder the menu and shopping list for the week. I didn’t do so well at that last week so I am trying to make amends. I suddenly feel the need for homemade soup and other comfort food. The weather has turned and all of my hibernating instincts are kicking in. Later.