My birthday and our 40th wedding anniversary are this week – I have Covid-19. About three weeks ago, I started coughing and took a negative test. “It’s the excessive heat or allergies,” I thought. A week later I was watering the garden when I became really breathless so I made a Saturday morning appointment at the doctors. He asked if I was anxious but said it in a kind way. All my medical information tells doctors that my primary illness is anxiety so it is reasonable to ask. In my mind my files are stamped with ‘DON’T BELIEVE ANYTHING SHE SAYS!!!!’ ‘CRAZY OLDER LADY WITH WEIRD ACCENT’ ‘SHE’S AWAY WITH THE FAIRIES’ ‘DANGER, DANGER!!!’. He was very thorough given my ‘cyst in the lungs’ history, gave me another negative test for Covid and chest X-rays. I haven’t seen a pulmonologist since my last one died of Covid during the worst of the Pandemic but the GP urged me to find a new one.
I left thinking it was all in my head – ‘bloody anxiety is the bane of my life’. Teddy and I went off to Galveston for a couple of days and I felt good. The sight and smell of the sea was heaven. When we came back, I decided to book a little trip to one of the Great Lakes (cooler, more water, less tourists) for the anniversary/birthday combo. The bag was packed instantly and for once I was excited. Then I got anxious…we are having a drought and every day is over 100 F. My sprinkler system has not worked for 2 years because I had nothing else to do but hose the garden. What will happen to my little critters who rely on the various water bowls? For some reason the birds prefer the blue bowl on the ground and the squirrels love the bird bath to drink out of. A friend kindly offered to water the garden/critters but using my very sweet voice, I asked the sprinkler guy if he could fit me in – he could! All problems solved…
We always book at the last minute because of my rapidly changing moods. The flights could be cancelled but I hovered over paying $70 more for the hotel for last minute cancellation. Teddy said, “Why would we cancel at this stage?” so I booked the non-refundable option… This will now become part of the saga of our marriage and brought up every time I am annoyed on vacation. Then the diarrhea started which was exacerbated by the hacking cough with almost disastrous results. My nose was running into my coffee, my mask and the food I was preparing. Then there was a message from the Saturday doctor – there was evidence of emphysema on my chest X-ray. Really?? Time to take another stupid Covid test which was finally positive.
The hotel allowed us to book another date and the flights were cancelled. God laughs at our plan, eh? On our 30th anniversary we had to cancel a trip to Panama because Teddy’s Dad had the temerity to die so inconveniently. I got sicker with Covid but the worst symptoms are abating. I was fully vaccinated with 2 boosters but worked at the airport. At least I don’t have Monkeypox. Now Teddy is getting ill. Nurse Ratched has appeared and he may as well be Patient Zero or Typhoid Teddy. Is grumpiness part of Covid? He has just sloped off to bed because he feels weak. My response was ‘Good’ doublespeak for ‘Get out of my sight’. Then we got an alert because we used 500 gallons more water than usual when the sprinklers started so I am back to hosing and misting.
Last night I cooked chicken marinated in white wine, lemon and oregano along with spiced couscous with sour cherries. It just tasted like small white food with bigger white food. My hair is standing on end with all the sweating and sleeping so I took a shower last night. As I was drying off, I spotted a small cockroach fall out of my towel and skitter under my bed. My OCD brain struggled to compete with Covid brain. Previously a KLAXON warning would have gone off; I would have bathed in a light solution of bleach (joking DO NOT DO THIS), sprayed insecticide under the bed, washed the carpets, changed the sheets and had a small breakdown. Covid brain won. I just washed the towels and went to my unwashed bed with my new pet slumbering beneath me.
Teddy and I decided to go to the Lake for my 29th birthday. There is a new boardwalk development with a rather nice Cajun restaurant. I don’t eat much fish but LOVE blackened catfish so we both had that with dirty rice. Most of the catfish is farmed locally and has a delicate flavor. The spices are blackened in the fry pan and the rice has herbs and chicken sausage in it. Then we had Beignet…
Not our usual ducks – a family of Mallards. In Scotland we used to call them Muffy Ducks because they looked like our brown tabby cat.
As we walked along the boardwalk after our delicious Cajun repast, I spotted this sign leading to a little fenced hole on the deck where you could feed the various fish in the lake. Texas Children’s hospital sold fish food and the proceeds are donated to the hospital. As you can see from the sign, the lake has grass carp, catfish, bass and bluegill. Catfish and Bluegill are native Texans. A long time ago, I rescued a much larger Catfish that was stuck on a lure – Kerry and the Catfish.
Look at those hungry little catfish with their maws gaping – such cute little whiskers! That’s were the title comes in – the Circle of Life. I thanked them for tasting so delicious and wished them a long life. I was the Red Tailed Hawk and they were the Squirrel.
It is always my birthday, the day after our anniversary…until I get a new husband. 😈 After we got home from my birthday dinner, I received this series of texts from my friend who lives a few doors down the cul-de-sac or, as we call it, the ‘hood’.
You can’t make this stuff up – God Bless that auto-correct!
Kerry with ‘bibles’ in elegant negligee and Walmart slippers.
It has been a while since I did a fashion post. This bargain buy was a treat after a very long work week. I found it in Nordstrom’s Rack for $17. It is a Maggy London dress so they normally retail at around $120. I have paired them with my favorite BOC lime flower sandals and the foxes’ mermaid. We have a video of the puppies carrying the mermaid in their mouths.
I wore it for a pre-birthday dinner with Teddy and my friend. On my actual birthday it was over 100 degrees so it was too hot to wear it. Teddy and I also celebrated our 36th wedding anniversary, the day before my birthday. We didn’t know each other very well when we married in haste, so I thought if we married the day before my birthday he would never forget my birthday. Teddy never forgets anything but Bunny does…
Our 36th wedding anniversary
We spent our anniversary in a historic little town just north of us. Teddy loves antiquing so I just follow him around…he also loves ballet. Who knew? As far as I know, he is out of the closet.
Birthday girl at Lake Conroe
On my birthday we tried a new restaurant on Lake Conroe. There is a real haze in the air from Saharan dust which some weird weather has brought to Texas. We managed to stay outside despite the blistering heat. Then we went home to collapse in the air conditioning!.
A miracle happened! I colored my hair a new shade of rose gold and it turned out the same as the picture on the box. Then I went to my hairdresser who cut it rather sharply with a cute little quiff. It is my husband’s 60th birthday next weekend so I wanted to have a nice haircut to celebrate with him. I am still in shock that I will be married to a 60 year old man – whaaaaaatt!!!!
This photograph is for Victor Rakmil. His has a fantastic photographic blog on WordPress. His photos inspire me to do better and learn techniques. That said, I took this butterfly with an inexpensive camera, shaky hands, peripheral neuropathy and NO patience!
The title of the blog refers to my birthday which is today! I was born on a Wednesday in San Francisco, many, many years ago. No matter how I approach my birthday each year, it is not usually a happy day. I have spent many birthdays on vacation as our wedding anniversary is the day before and sometimes that helps. Although I am often smiling, it is a social mask to make me and everyone around me feel better.
I am surrounded by people who love me and still receive a handful of cards from relatives and friends. Presents make me anxious – why? Who knows, not me. My mother frequently quoted that line of the nursery rhyme – “Wednesday’s child is full of woe” – and perhaps it is just imprinted on my personality that I cried on special occasions. I still get very excited about events then get anxious and finally sad.
The truth is that I have chronic depression and anxiety. It was first noted when I was 7 and now that I am aged 56 I guess I will die with it. Someone recently mentioned to me that many people in the third world I have no idea of their birth date or exact age. Maybe that would work for me? In which case I would like to be born in August about 20 years later than I was… 🙂
This year, I am grateful that my husband has a job, after 6 months of unemployment. I seem to have chronic fatigue but it could be much worse. Currents global events are making me weary and sad. I volunteered yesterday and someone from Latin America told me in broken English that I was a very nice person.