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November 15, 2008 It’s been a long while since we’ve chatted. I’ve had a lot of projects with deadlines that has kept me from writing. Sorry. Then there’s that post election funk I’m in… but I digress. While I’ve been absent, Dan had a birthday. For that I got him a new sign for his new driveway. We call it Wall St., of course! Bob’s been away quite a bit. There was a district meeting at Sturbridge, MA and extra farms to do because Dairy One is a little short handed due to new help and others on vacation. Marie has been really good the last couple of visits. No depression and lots of giggles. Always a good sign. Loralei and the kids moved in last Saturday while Jeremy headed to Canada with some hunting buddies. Before that he reshingled Crysten’s roof and got things ready for winter. Always nice to have a man around to take care of things… The hunting trip was not successful. The deer weren’t running, and the hunting accommodations were not what had been advertised. As a result, the trip was cut short and the guys returned home Thursday night. Meanwhile, we inadvertently discovered that the coughs that all the kids were experiencing was none other than whooping cough. Another mother suggested it, and when Loralei looked it up on the net, it was a match to what was going on. Sad to say, I was the one who started it. Yes, I have had the cough for about 9 weeks and it started in North Carolina. They had said that there was something going around at school, but I never imagined that I would bring it home as a souvenier. Once we knew what it was, I let Michele know. Soon she was calling me. Sure enough, all of her kids had it, too. Doctors down there had told all the students that it was bronchitis and gave them anti-biotics that didn’t work. Once I told her what it was, they were able to make all the dots connect. The good news is that once you’ve had it, you never have it again. Yes, Loralei, you will one day get a full night’s sleep again. As if that wasn’t enough, Carissa got bit by a tick. She developed a rash around it, a fever, and a headache – all indicators of Lyme’s infection. Loralei sent the tick to California and started her on anti-biotics. She had a reaction that made her skin break out in an all-over, itchy rash. So they started another drug. By Tuesday of this week, the lab said the tick proved negative for Lyme’s so she was able to stop the drugs. But, not before there was a little scare. A man called for Loralei. The voice was unfamiliar and he mispronounced her name, so my radar went up. It was the Clinton police and he was calling from Loralei’s home. He did a lousy job of introducing himself and gave Loralei some frightening moments before she knew what he wanted. Turns out the pharmacy had sold someone drugs with Carissa’s name on it. With that they panicked that Carissa had gotten the wrong meds. They tried reaching Loralei at home, but she wasn’t so they got the police involved in tracking her down. Thankfully, Carissa had the right prescription and the pharmacy had sold a duplicate. Well, I caused a little police action myself. The kids and I went to the church to set up for our Shoebox Project night. I forgot and unlocked the wrong door and set off the alarm. I went and set the code to shut it off, but not before the security company called to see if all was well. “What’s the password,” they asked. I guessed wrong. “Sorry, but it’s initials,” she replied. Oh yes. I got it right and thought that would be the end of it until Kaleb yelled that a trooper car was coming. Sure enough, he wanted to know what our purpose was at being at the church. He took my name and made out his report and left. Oh, my… While they were here we made a big batch of pink applesauce. The kids are always begging their mother to buy it, but, of course, it is not in the stores. It can only come from homemade. Elynn and Kaleb were a big help in the process. Kaleb and Isaac spent most days donning their blaze orange caps and heading up back to the farm pond. They found lots of animal bones and other neat things. At supper one night Kaleb said… Don’t ever sell the farm, Nana. I don’t want to. Does Papa? Yes. But this is the biggest house? There’s nowhere else to have Christmas. I know. Well, if he goes to sell it you just call me up and I’ll come right over. Okay, I will. After attending a baby shower for one of our church members, Crysten and I (along with Linda Denny) went to see Fireproof. It’s so unusual to see such a strong Christian movie, with a clear gospel message, in the local theater. It’s very well done and should be seen by everyone. There are some great humorous parts, too. Signing off for now… Susan in 2012 |
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