Hay there
I was seriously sidetracked yesterday afternoon by an allergy attack. A hive of furious retaliatory bees had lodged in my head, invading the cracks of my nasal passages and pinning me helplessly to a box of kleenex. Conversation was sporadic, being held up for wild bouts of sneezing (yelling, really), blowing (honking), and the wait. You know the wait: an index finger held quaveringly, signaling the coming onslaught. Such violence. And all for innocent hay-dust from farm machinery in the neighboring meadow.
Retreating to my bedroom, I shut the world out in order to concentrate on my bees. If I was allowed to lie perfectly still, breathe deeply, find my center and think "out, bees", I could perhaps return to our happy company watching NASCAR in the air-conditioned family room. I am not making this up. I hate NASCAR, but that's really what I longed to do.
The end of this story: I medicated myself and went to bed early. This morning I feel one hundred percent better, although my head feels stunned and achy from one hundred sneezes.
I need to shore myself up though, because this Old Mother Hubbard needs to take stock of the empty cupboards and visit the grocery store.
I like to end my posts with a punch line called a stinger. But forgive my omission today, on account of my recovery from certain bees.
Retreating to my bedroom, I shut the world out in order to concentrate on my bees. If I was allowed to lie perfectly still, breathe deeply, find my center and think "out, bees", I could perhaps return to our happy company watching NASCAR in the air-conditioned family room. I am not making this up. I hate NASCAR, but that's really what I longed to do.
The end of this story: I medicated myself and went to bed early. This morning I feel one hundred percent better, although my head feels stunned and achy from one hundred sneezes.
I need to shore myself up though, because this Old Mother Hubbard needs to take stock of the empty cupboards and visit the grocery store.
I like to end my posts with a punch line called a stinger. But forgive my omission today, on account of my recovery from certain bees.
posted by thisrequiresthought at 9:34 AM
3 Comments:
Sorry to hear about your nose.
You should have called me and I could have brought my cats over to help out :).
Can you grocery shop for me, too? :)
Oh, I've loved finding your blog! Thanks for your inspirations, your weaving of words, your decorated descriptions of otherwise simple events....but most of all...how great to know you are a sister in Christ. God's richest blessings on you!
(Ps...don't know if you have your comments e-mailed to you...but I posted on your July 24th post! It was great! Thanks)
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