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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