Predicting Our Future: Almond cake

Sorry about being away so long.  I presume you all followed our Orlando adventures on Smidge Herbert’s Facebook page while we were away.  She travels in a special see-through pouch around our Bean’s neck and reports by cell to me in our hotel room where I type up all the stuff.  They give me photos to add when they are back in the room.  We had a whale of a good time, despite tropical storm Emily’s appearance.

We got home the evening of the 7th, and the following day at 7:30 pm, all was well, but by 9:30 pm, our Bean was totally down for the count with fever, chills, and THE WORST COUGH ever.  I heard her wish (out loud between the deep horrid coughs) that had Mr. Bean been there she’d have begged to be taken to the ER.  The next morning, she managed to slowly drag herself downstairs and drive herself to the doctor who told her she had infectious bronchitis and fluid in her lungs.  She did a terrible job of parking the car once home, and probably should not have been behind the wheel.  She was so out of it she didn’t even realize she had pneumonia until she had been off the antibiotics for many days. It was ugly.  Then this week, she managed to get a wee virus, just to complicate things.  Sigh.  That melody is not one we wish to continue humming.

It’s the end of the summer, at least in our minds.  The two grands who live here don’t start back to school until the day after labor day, one as a sophomore in a Specialty Center HS for visual arts, and the other a middle school 6th grader, a math whiz like her grandpa and uncle.  The three grands in SC started school over a week ago, two in college classes, and their baby sister in Kindergarten.  Happy says that makes her feel really old. Of course Bean works at a University as a writing consultant and writing tutor.  She started class on Monday, so she’s also back to class…sort of.

Labor Day, the first Monday in September in the US, is supposed to be a national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of our country.  To Bean, it signals that it’s time for her birthday.  She hated that it always happened either just before school started in the fall or immediately after school began.  It meant no party, no recognition, since all the kids and parents were getting ready for school, and they had no time for parties or else had been out of touch since the prior school year ended.  It was pretty dismal back then, and rather sad for an only child.  Now turning 71 (yes, you read that right – seventy-one) she doesn’t care that she’s old and not having a party.  She says it’s fine to be old since the alternative is…well, even more dismal, although the side effects of old age do stink at times.  She and Mr. Bean are going to whip up an almond cake together this year and celebrate old age quietly, knowing that school will begin the following day.

So happy back to school to those who go to school, and happy birthday to all those who have those poorly timed events now or on other holidays.  We celebrate you anyway.

And a big welcome to all the new dolls in our house as a result of UFDC.  Such a pleasant but dangerous event.  I will post about them in a few weeks, but we are keeping them under wraps until after the doll club meeting so as to surprise all the locals who might read this and have their surprise spoiled.  But it was grand, as you will soon see.

 

2 thoughts on “Predicting Our Future: Almond cake

    1. Thank you, Mary. Who knows where that came from. I had such a great time that I’m convinced it wasn’t from UFDC. I’m definitely mending and regaining energy. Thank you for thinking of me. Happy

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