A nasty little bug wreaked havoc upon my innards for the
past couple of days and I believe it’s starting to affect my poor brain as
well. I was fine when I joined the
Rummoli group for a lovely pre-Christmas dinner at a local restaurant but by 10
p.m. that evening I definitely did not feel well. As cautious as I am at buffet meals due to
certain allergies, I must have inadvertently consumed some tidbit that just
didn’t agree with my digestive system.
Yucky!
Anyway, the Winter Festival of Lights Parade went ahead
yesterday evening as planned and I forced myself to make an appearance at the
community church celebration because of a previous commitment to the choir for
this event. Since our musician was out
of town, I foolhardily thought that I could help the choir by playing a note or
two at the start of each carol just so we’d all be in the same key. However, I felt so lightheaded from the
illness and lack of food for two days that I wasn’t sure I could manage even
that little bit of assistance. Thank
heavens the Salvation Army clergyman came to the rescue with a spectacular gift
of music in his blessedly talented hands.
Ecumenical cooperation at its best.
Then I discovered that our recently arrived priest from
India required a ride to the next town for Mass immediately upon completion of
the festival ceremony. Having landed in
Canada just over two weeks ago and never having seen snow before, he found
himself unexpectedly plunked down in the middle of a northern winter scene
straight out of a Thomas Kinkade painting.
The poor man has been shivering non-stop ever since. He must be a rather brave soul. So, after delivering him safely back to the
rectory I drove home with visions of warm pyjamas and cozy slippers dancing
through my fuzzy head. By this time, I
was so hungry that I ate a small portion of leftovers and promptly got sick
again.
Taking to my bed did nothing to improve the situation as
my dreams these past few nights have been unbelievable. Last night I valiantly tried to clear an
unfamiliar hotel lobby of an infestation of giant cockroaches while several
busloads of tired and cranky senior citizens vociferously clamoured for rooms
amidst the melee. I woke up exhausted.
Opening my eyes did not prevent continuation of the
nightmare. I soon discovered that my key
ring was missing so I was unable to move my car which was blocking my son’s
work vehicle. After hunting high and low
for those darn keys, I finally resorted to calling my husband at work (a 15
minute drive away) to see if perhaps he had accidentally put the keys in his
pocket. To be perfectly honest, I was
hoping that was the case. No such
luck. However, he valiantly offered to
drive all the way home to give me his set of keys for the car. Guess what?
Five minutes later, I found the @#%* keys hiding in a back section of my
purse which I very rarely use. Now, how
did they possibly end up there? I called
hubby’s cell phone hoping to reach him before he left…. it rang and rang and
rang until finally it was answered and I blurted out, “I found the keys. Don’t worry.
No need to come home.” Only after
I hung up did it dawn on me that the male voice was not my husband’s. Awwww, fiddlesticks!
Well, the good news is that the stomach sickness appears
to be easing but I really miss my mind.
It served me well for over half a century.
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