Yesterday I managed a can opener—that was to open a can of chicken noodle soup for dinner. Breakfast, fixing coffee and toast was too much work.
Today I popped up, fixed my husband’s lunch, did the dishes, threw some laundry into the washer, folded clothes, emptied the garbage, swept the floor, and hey, I’m ready to go.
Two days of either stomach flu or food poisoning made me think I was dying.
I believe I can hang in there a while longer.
So what are we going to talk about?
I am fed up with nitpickers, naysayers, and mongers of atrocities, I got into it too, it’s so easy to see what’s wrong with schools, the health system, the government, people who are trying to “help” you write, sell, blog, get published, start your business, sell to millions, that I am saying screw it. And this morning—you probably saw it, the woman Nellie Stevens who discovered the XY chromosome that determines how we get to be male or female, didn’t get credit because she had two XX’s. She was a female! Oh, the horror of it. Well now she is honored on Google and her old professor who took credit ought to be red-faced.
But, while being sick I spent a day reading a book, Jason’s Gold by Will Hobbs. YA fiction—good for a sick day, and I wanted to study how he wrote, but I got so wrapped up in the story I forgot to notice.
That’s the way it ought to be.
Monday Fourth of July (before sickness) I saw this on a tee-shirt at Art in the Vineyard in Eugene, Oregon:
“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.
—E.B. White (Charlottes Web)
That pretty much sums it up.