Ink, Novelty Glasses, Alarm Clock and BioHazards

Ink and Novelty Glasses

Settle in with a bowl of hot chicken soup and let me tell you about the things that arrived during the past week. Brevity is my Long Suit, but this week may be an exception.

 

My fountain pen refill gadget and a bottle of Noodler’s Ink came in first class mail under separate cover. They came from the same office supply store and shipped on the same day. I considered sending them a note about combining items in order to save on shipping costs, but they didn’t bill me for the second package. I am also reluctant to send them a comment because of the possibility of sending a bio-hazard through the United States Postal Service. Those folks get seriously upset about those things and I don’t want the mail man going postal on me.

Before I go into detail about the bio-hazard, I have to tell you about the arrival of my replacement pair of eyestic reading glasses, also delivered by our USPS. These glasses are always a curiosity to those uninitiated to their versatility. These readers can be used right side up and upside down depending on the task at hand or overhead. They arrive with a carry case that has a built in slider like a flashlight switch, a small piece of metal shaped like a tongue depressor and two small magnets at the edge of the frames. These glasses take up less real estate than my fountain pen and stick to any metallic surface. Eyestics!

Between the arrivals of packages, we adopted a rooster as Shaman-Ariadne’s 4H project. RooShoo II is living in the yard area previously occupied by the goose. I have done a little online research and was reassured that if RooShoo and his early morning alarm doesn’t work out we can make soup. According to my extensive research on failed rooster projects, a rooster doesn’t bake or fry well and as a consolation, soup recipes abound.

The bio-hazard doesn’t involve bird flu, I hadn’t thought of that until just now. Oh, dear. Anyway,
Last weekend, my darling husband came home with horrid flu-like symptoms. During the week, my daughter and her son had shared their acquaintance with some sort of stomach/bowel disorder. By mid week these flu-like symptoms launched a full scale attack on my son. (Hand sanitizer, Anyone?) By Friday, the local news brought a warning from the Health Department because no less than fifty children had been sent home from my granddaughter’s school.

There is no name for this outbreak, I imagine cultures have been taken from the dingier places around the school and people in white tyvek disposable coveralls have done their best to decontaminate the building. I know I have the cleanest doorknobs in the neighborhood.

Because I tend to throw up if you give me a stern look, my symptoms are not a dependable indicator of mysterious biological contamination. Every time something rumbles inside of me I worry that a mad dash to the porcelain goddess is just around the corner.

On the brighter side, I did not send a suggestion to the office supply store, I have enough ink for a lifetime and I can entertain guests with my red framed novelty glasses. We also have a reliable alarm clock, until someone takes a shotgun to him and no one has died of the mysterious outbreak. Did I mention my cleaned doorknobs?

Thanks for staying with me at least 100 words beyond my usual posts and don’t touch anything sharp.

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By Sally

Sally Franklin Christie Blogger and Author of If I Should Die and Milk Carton People.

4 comments

  1. Great post! We had a stray rooster living in our big pine tree in the back. Every morning at 4:00 he start in. We let him be hoping he’d find his way home. The whole neighborhood was feeding him. Enjoy those glasses!

  2. Sally, I do not read your blog as often I should, I realize I miss some fun and useful information! I started wondering, when you mentioned the germs at school, do you suppose when we were grade schoolers, officials just didn’t care if everyone got sick at the same time? I wonder if such situations happened back in the 60s?

    1. Jan!

      You know, when we were in school, they lined us up in the hallways and gave mass tb tests and a day or two later, lined us up again to see the results. I remember in Junior High, (AKA-Middle School), everyone gathered in the cafeteria for floride and toothbrushing workshops.

      When we had chicken pox, hard measles or three day measles, our parents exposed us on purpose to get it over with.

      I think there might be a shift in how germs are viewed, these days. Way back when – it was easier on everyone involved if an outbreak took over a school, it meant that next year the students would be spared.

      I don’t know when the shift began to happen. Maybe one of our readers is an historian of sorts and will leave a comment.

      Thanks Miss Jan and don’t touch anything sharp.

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