“Think of Lewis and Clark.”
I just tucked the little chicken babies in and said goodnight to them. They are so cute, and eating a LOT! Today I had to replace their feeder because, despite the inscription “Quality since 1941,” on the front, the little trapeze artists managed to unscrew a tiny nut and washer holding the whole thing together. After hunting for a tiny nut in the poopy straw once a day for two weeks, I finally gave up and went to Bay Hay to get something different. I was beginning to feel like Sisyphus. And I don’t have time for that sort of stuff. Nor the patience. I am feeling instantly better about things with an operational feeder. But, I do have a cold, and I am not a happy camper when I’m slowed down. Work doesn’t slow down for the one-woman show, either, so no sick days for me. I can’t believe, honestly, what I have worked through in my 6 years of self employment. Puking boys (2 of them), towels thrown down the hallway for a runway to the bathroom AND a computer crash in the middle of a very large report for a state health department. No way to push out that deadline. That’s among the most memorable. Oh, I had been puking the night before, too. And cleaning up after boys while Dave tried to stay isolated and uninfected in another room.
Here’s an email I just sent. Thought you’d enjoy Sam’s take on perseverance.
Hey gals –
So my cold is going from bad to worse. I am lamenting at dinner and Sam goes “Think of Lewis and Clark. You would be considered healthy compared to what they went through.”
Well said. BUT they packed 4 oz of whiskey for each man for their journey!
Thought you would laugh. It was a good reminder. I’d thought of that myself the day before. The inspiration I mean, not the whiskey. Although, now that I think of it… kidding!
Aloha 😉
Alli
Either you are a comedienne, or you simply have great material right under your roof, or more likely, you have both! And now I need a consise Greek history book at my finger tips (but Google works). Sisyphus? Too much! A brilliant post, m’dear!!
Thanks mom. Usually I get it all wrong, confusing Sisyphus with Syphilis! I don’t know anything about him except the metaphor 🙂
I simply must add that while you mentioned the towel runway down the hall to the bathroom, that powerful, “upbeat” side of you forgot that the washer was also “ill” and parts were not available, so you were taking all the bedclothes, including jammies, outside to hose them down — for days! At least that got the “sniff” out of the house!
Nice memory, Mom! But that was actually this past October’s episode (2011), when I was hosing off chunks and letting the chickens clean the sheets while they were hanging from the fence! The one mentioned in this blog post was Oct 2010! A different October GI bug!!! 🙂
Omg Alli. I don’t know if I could laugh about all that if it had happened to me. It’s funny how these things happen to you. I love your stories.
Oh, thanks TamTam! I miss you! You are my laugh at the insanity buddy – always good for the moral support! How is NEBRASKA???? I calculated the hours to drive to you…you are safe for the next two weeks, but after that…one never knows!