windthread

was halfway through sauteeing the peapods, bell pepper, onions and mushrooms for the breakfast omlet when the first wave of it came.  Nausea.  That grip.  Turned the burner off and went to the bathroom,

lifted up the seat,  sprayed with windex, cleaned the rim.  Poured some chlorox into the bowl,  scrubbed with the toilet brush.  Got the hand washing bucket out of the tub and scrubbed it with ajax,  rinsed well.  Ok.  and i was ready,  but …nothing.  Food poisoning.  Maybe 4 or 5 times in my life but unmistakable.

Tuesday i had an URGE for a reuben sandwich.  Bought the corned beef,  baby swiss cheese,  sauerkraut, rye bread.  Have that really great recipe for the Russian Dressing from Zingerman's Deli…thought about it and decided i still had the ingredients in the frig.   I did.  But,  even tho i did the smell test,  evidently some were past their lifespan.  Food poisoning.  Ok.  So all day,  it came and went,  the nausea,  but i didn't throw it up.  Was willing,  knowing how if i did it would all be history,  but it didn't happen so aside from what really needed to be done Out Side, Goats….Plant people,  i just hung around in here,  hoping to get it over with.

So what does one DO,  waiting to throw up but it's  not happening?….you look at your List of Things Before The Kids Come and pick one.

the book shelves,,,the books themselves.  These are whats left of the Growing books.  Maybe 4 X this many have gone to the Library book sale.  But these remain for whatever reason.   Maybe because a few of them are first edition?  Maybe because of a single sentence that i love?  Anyway….taken down and vacuumed.  I could sit on the floor to do this,  let the waves of nausea come and go,  suck up the dust and cobwebs.

this one,  i didn't even know i had.   Was gifted to Bill,  Alz's B's son who gave it to me.  Time to read it now.  It was 100 degrees again.  It's lasting.  The new normal.  Time to think about different Ways.

the rest of the left side of the South Wall book shelf.  All spiffy now,  placed back nicely.

Never DiD throw up.  Put the bucket back in the tub.  Watched the Storm roll in from the rim and as a last hope,  poured a glass of wine,  thinking that THIS would do it…but no…so i'll just sleep.  There's another day tomorrow that will slide softly and silently through….another day.  I think that….

another day

another day