The Fluzie

Well, it is definitely the flu. Adam, of course had a few days off, and he was hit with it on Thursday. Now he can't move, has a huge fever, his back is out from coughing, he is a complete puddle of a man. He might not be able to make it to work on Monday. I made him a hot toddy, but, let's just say it didn't stay with him. So I have been trying to get him to drink other things, but, he still doesn't want much. Today is the first day that I am almost mobile. Adam had managed (pre-flu) to excavate part of our basement in order to put new footings in to support our house, but now it is at a standstill. In the process he unearthed a few bones and some pottery. This time I told him to leave the stuff where he found it. We don't want any more incidents of bad luck caused from removal of superstitious remains. I am not sure if I have written about the mummified cat from the threshold or the cobbler's foot we found. The mummified cat was placed at the threshold of our house when it was built in 1870. I thought it was just an old dried up prune cat that had simply died and over the years dirt covered it. Unfortunately, that was not the case, I discovered after we took the carcass to the dump. It was placed there on purpose (according to certain sources), and that by removing it, it was bad luck. I asked about replacing it with another cat (when one of the Sister Fats' passes on) and that won't work. I asked about placing pictures of cats underneath the porch, that won't work either. It has to be the original darn cat. We put the cobbler's foot back where we found it. It is actually near the original back door, now the entrance to our living room which was the addition built in 1890 twenty years after the original house was built. Old houses are weird. I just don't know if I will ever buy one again. It's not that we are haunted (we have had some odd things happen. . .denial. . . denial), but they are just a lot of work and we don't have the time. Plus, when you are ripping out crap from a hundred years ago, you are bound to come down with something. One such affliction is histoplasmosis. It has made a resurgence due to crazy people like us, who want to restore old places. My theory on this though, (the weird illness stuff from old houses) is that once you get the crud out of the house, with each dump load you are getting healthier. I hate plaster and lath(e). That stuff bugs me, I have eaten a few pounds in the past few years, and had a nest fall down my shirt (judging by the turds, it was a rat). The nest was from the 1950's, because the newspaper had that date on it. I almost got run over by a school bus three times today. I took Wookie out for a walk at the arena, and this moron, kept trying to back into me as I was wedged in a snow bank. I was so tired from walking, that I was unable to move. (Damn Flu) Finally able to unearth myself, I started giving snotty looks to the bus driver, and then almost walked into another moving vehicle. We got hit with a wad of snow. The snowmobiles are out in full force. The snow was so deep that it was up to my hips in some places. I had to ask Kevin to blow my driveway out. I just don't have the strength to pick up a shovel. I was able to download Netscape, quickly, because my IE is being a brat and my email is still up and down. This is a lousy post. I don't care, I am sick and full of self pity. The kids are feeling a lot better though, they are back to fighting, so I know that they will be fine.