He watched her come and go throughout the week. Just her and the children. He was used to entire families coming in but in this case, it was the wife for everything, even late at night. He hadn’t even seen the husband except for the outline of one sitting in the driver’s seat of the car. He usually got to know the families that stayed at the resort next door for a week or two but this family was different. There was some kind of strain behind the, friendly eyes and the beautiful smile. What could it be, he wondered.
Today is day 5 of being in bed with a very bad, horrible, rotten cold. I’m diabetic so when I get sick, it takes me a long time to shake it…even a simple cold. It has been more than a week of being sick but I was up and about the first part of the cold. I live alone. My daughter has stopped by to bring me soup and a few other things I’ve asked for. She stops by once a day or so. I’m lucky she is nearby and can do that for me.
One day last week, when I sensed that I was going to be sicker that night and the next day, I asked her to get me a bottle of cough medicine…a BIG bottle. She did. It has one of those safety caps on it. An adult should be able to open it, right? Well, it is so difficult to open that I’ve only been able to take it four times. Last night, as my cold went into the hacking cough stage, I tried and tried and tried to get it open. Nope. I know I’m supposed to turn it as I push down on it and that’s what I’m doing but I can’t get it!
So instead of getting the much needed sleep so I can resume my “Nana duties” of driving my grandson to pre school and back today, I coughed all night long. I also fought with the safety cap all night long. I tried everything. Pliers. Teeth. Nothing worked. It was too late to call my daughter to come get the bottle open for me. So I coughed all night long. And I didn’t sleep. This morning I am very sore from coughing. My ribs feel bruised from coughing. And I don’t think I’ll be able to drive the Little Guy to school today.
I don’t know. If I can’t get it open soon, I might have to take a hammer to the cough syrup. I hope we remain safe…both the cough syrup bottle and myself. In the meantime, I am going to find another bottle or another cap for the bottle so WHEN I get the bottle open, I can remedy the situation for the next time I need a dose of cough medicine.
I drive my grandson to pre-school and back every Monday thru Thursday, unless my daughter has a day off that falls on one of those days. When I pick him up, he never wants to go to his “home”. He always asks to go to “Nana’s home”. As we approach their driveway (we live in the same mobile home park) he holds his breath until we pass it up and head for my driveway. Sometimes we stop and get him a snack or run an errand or if the weather is nice and I’m not exhausted, we stop at a playground so he can play.
Yesterday, he wanted to go to the Dollar Tree to get more Halloween decorations so we went. He picked out a plastic door decoration, one of those full door pictures, with skeletons trying to escape a locked crate. He also picked a 3 1/2 foot plastic glow in the dark skeleton and some bubbles in an “eye” bottle. I also picked up some construction paper so we could make some bats and jack-o-lanterns. We headed home and he wanted me to make some bats for the walls. As I cut out the bats, he opened the package with the big skeleton and started playing with it. For the next four hours, he played and played with that skeleton and at one point he brought it to me and said, “Nana, this is my new best friend.” He shared his snack (a can of olives which he absolutely loves) and his hot chocolate with his best friend. He went down the hall to his room (the guest room in my house is “his room” with bed and toys and all) and was so quiet I had to go investigate. When I got near the room, he stood at the open door and put his finger up to his lips. I asked him if he needed me to put the light on for him and he shook his head and smiled and said, “Shh. My best friend is sleeping.” He pointed to the bed and sure enough, the skeleton was under the covers and not only was the light off but the night light had been turned on and the noise machine turned on, just like when I put Anderson to sleep.
After a bit, he said his best friend had to go pee and he went and got the skeleton up and took it to the bathroom with him. They stayed in the bedroom and I could hear him talking and carrying on a conversation with the skeleton. He brought it to the living room because the skeleton wanted to watch Caillou. It went on and on all evening. When his mom and dad came to pick him up, he wanted to take the skeleton home, saying, “but he’s my best friend; he wants to go home with me.” But no, his parents didn’t want another skeleton in the house (or any more spiders or ghosts) so he reluctantly went home without it.
It was the cutest thing. I’ve never seen him play like that for more than about five minutes. He was so focused on interacting with his best friend. We’ll have to see if he does it again when he comes over next time. Today I was not well so he didn’t come but we’ll see about tomorrow.
Best friends are special. Gotta love them, even if they are glow in the dark skeletons!
First, I was all set for a cup of hot coffee to enjoy before my grandson got up. (He spent the night because he got in trouble at home and wanted to go to Nana’s house so his mom called and asked if he could come.) I make a single cup of coffee at a time using a Melitta type drip coffee cone. I do this because for years I would make a 12 cup pot and end up drinking all 12 cups myself which is not good so I ended up in the habit of just fixing one cup at a time. I heat the water in the microwave because I don’t use the stove anymore. I don’t use the stove anymore because the last time that I did, on Easter Sunday of 2012, I forgot that I had a tea kettle full of water on the stove and I left the house for Easter dinner and didn’t return for three hours. I could have burned the house down but I guess the Powers That Be were watching over me so instead I came home to a house full of smoke and the horrid smell of the burning metal but thankfully, no flame. I have no other explanation. That wasn’t the first time but that was the worst. On previous occasions I had left soup or a pot of beans on the stove while I ran out to get my daughter from school. No, not intentionally. I just forget things. Other times I had left the house with the oven or stove on and remembered when I got out on the highway (about five minutes aftere leaving home) and I would rush back. This last time, that Easter, I just gave up. Since then I have not used the stove. I do everything in the microwave. So back to this morning…
I put in the tumbler full of water and put the timer on the microwave. Power went on. The timer went on. The light went on. But it didn’t do anything. No noise. No turning turntable. No heat. Nothing. I turned it off and cleared the timer and tried again. Nothing. I unplugged it, waited a few minutes, then plugged it back in and tried again. Nope. Nothing. No microwave. No hot water. No coffee. No relaxing time before my grandson got up. So I cleared off and cleaned off the stovetop. I dug out my Revere Ware tea kettle, filled it with water and turned it on. Yay. Now I could heat the water. I went to read for a bit while the water boiled. Ten minutes later I came to see why the tea kettle was not whistling. Did my stove break down too? I doubted that because it’s new. I only had it for about a month when I stopped using it. Nope. The stove was on. The water was boiling but the tea kettle was not whistling. The whistle dohickie broke. While this was fine for this one cup of coffee, it’s not fine in the long run because with a forgetful person like me, I have to have the whistler. Anyway, I fixed my coffee and enjoyed it even though my grandson was up by then.
As I drank my coffee, I thought about going out to replace the microwave and the tea kettle. It was very cold, though. Inside and outside. I figured I would wait a day or at least until the mid afternoon when our temps reach their highest. Sitting there drinking my coffee I was quite aware of how cold it was inside my house. I tend to not turn on the heater until November, unless there’s company. But it was quite cold and Anderson was here playing with no shirt or pants on. He’s four and doesn’t like to have clothes on so as long as he is home or here, he runs around in just underwear most of the time, unless there is company. So I decided to turn on the heater for both of us. I turned it on and turned up the thermostat (I keep it at about 68 for myself) so it would warm up quickly. And, of course, not five minutes later the sun came out and it got hot in here. Hot. I shut off the heater but my house stays hot for a long time.
So now I am sitting here trying to cool off while I think of when and where I will go look for a replacement microwave and a whistling tea kettle. And while I’m at it, I guess I need to replace my electric teapot again. I used to use that for boiling water but when my mom came over she liked it and I gave it to her. I replaced it and then my son came over and liked it so I gave it to him. I replaced that one but never opened the box (because it wasn’t really the one I wanted) and ended up giving that one away. So now I have none. I like them because they shut off automatically when the water boils. I think that’s just what I need.
I guess I should try to find a new “Rememberer” for myself, too. That would make life so much easier!