Okay, not really…..but I wish I could go somewhere, where I am not in a contaminated house:) (Sorry, dear sisters/brothers). As you know from recent posts we may have the whooping cough, and that only 4 people out of the 11 in our family don’t have it. Thankfully I am one of the 4. That doesn’t mean I will not get it, but hopefully I will not. I am taking all my vitamins and herbs consistently, hoping that will help. Now before I go on, I must tell you so you can understand a little better, that ….
….I do NOT like germs:) If someone is coughing on
their hand and they didn’t wash their hands, I am sure to tell them to please wash their hands. Or, I was making some food for us (the healthy 4) to eat on the way home from church, and a dear sibling starts coughing around the food, “AAHHH! Turn away form the food!” But this particular sibling is younger and doesn’t really understand. I am often known as the germ policewoman
“AAAAHHHH!!!! Please get off!!!” Dear sibling admitted it did not know that it was my pillow; okay I’ll let you off the hook. I told Mommy there is no room in the house that I can have my "room" temporarily, a room that is not already contaminated. I did think about asking to sleep in our (Susannah’s and my) old room (it’s being remodeled), but Daddy took care of a bat that was in there recently and another one could come ( The bat came in through a hole that is in our room and it is not yet covered.) Maybe I will just be brave, but maybe I won’t. I have already experienced having a bat in my room and on my bed, and I don’t really want to experience it again.
One of my siblings suggested that I get a space suitWHAT?No way! I would never wear something like that. But, it might be a good idea. I wouldn’t be breathing contaminated air. So if you know of a great deal on a space suit, then please tell me!!!! HA! HA! Just kidding!
If that is not a good enough reason to go to Australia, then maybe this is.
I am practicing piano, and all of the sudden I hear a loud "PING". I immediately knew what happened, (because of a recent experience) I had broken a string. Now if that was the first string I broke on the piano, I wouldn’t have been so upset, but it was NOT the first string I broke, it was the SECOND string I broke! That piano is falling apart at its seams! Okay, not really. I felt SO bad; both the strings I broke are major strings. What I mean by major is that we use those keys a lot! Mommy told me that the piano is 30 years old, so stuff like the strings breaking, is going to happen. So that made me feel lots better. Oh, and if that isn’t enough, I thought "okay" I can manage finishing practicing with out that D. So I started to play a song, and an Ab key is not working. The string I just broke, had fallen halfway down and it was keeping the Ab "hammer" from hitting the string. I decided I was done practicing piano!
So there is the end of my venting:) Speaking of bad days, here is a poem that I wrote last year, all the things that happened in the poem really did happen to me.
Did you ever have a bad day?
When nothing went your way?
Perhaps your math was not a friendly sight?
Or your throat sore ‘n’ tight.
Maybe you boiled a mouse to it’s grave?
Or thought you knew somebody and waved?
You were playing piano when a string gave away with a BANG!
Brought to the ER with a foot in pain?
Dropped a cello and broke off it’s neck?
Your bedroom quite a wreck?
Called Daddy up wanting to whine,
But Uncle answered – ah! Memorable times!
Well I better be going, have a blessed day!
~The event is in the hand of God. ~
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