Anyway, I might as well start at the beginning of the week...or, actually, the end of last week.
Friday afternoon, after Mama and Savannah head off for the Farmer's Market, Katherine and I went out to plant beans (which will probably have to be replanted with all the rain over the past week). I took the camera and somehow we didn't end up with any good pictures of Katherine...
Sunday, we went to church (of course).
Monday, I mowed the grass...or most of it. Mama finished up after I came in. I hadn't realized that she wanted around the garden done, since last time I mowed she told me not to mow the buffer strip. (I also hadn't mowed the rhubarb since it was so wet--but she's right, I should have, knowing it was forecasted to rain all week and this grass is so thick.)
Anyway, I did something very idiotic. I mowed before and after lunch without putting an over shirt over my sleeveless shirt. Yep...I got burnt. Big time. The only nice thing about it is I won't burn so bad next time around (not that I plan on mowing in the heat of the day in a sleeveless shirt again anytime soon...)
Wednesday morning, we went to our appointment. We talked about symptoms and "are you doing this?" or "does this happen?" and such like. I also got my "orders" for my blood draw...yay... Can't say I'm exactly looking forward to getting stuck, but if it doesn't hurt any more than that tetanus shot I got last September, I won't have anything to complain about. Who knows, I may have stabbed myself with a pin more painfully than this is going to be. Anyway, it really does seem, from the symptoms list that I have this stuff.
On our way home, before we stopped for lunch (not blaming anybody but me for that!), we stopped at Jungle Jim's--this really neat international grocery store place. It did rather remind me of the commissary. The biggest problem (other than I was hungry) was the music was too loud. Anyway, we spent someplace around three hours in there and still didn't get all the way through the store. The place is huge. It was fun, even though I kept getting hungrier and hungrier, but still, I was glad when it was time to pull up stakes and head across the street to Bob Evan's. I had a Cobb salad and have now told my family to remind me to get nothing but the salmon at Bob Evan's. What with the sugar in the dressing and the solution in the chicken, I wasn't feeling so grand by the time we got out of there. The coffee was good though! :)
I finished reading Guns of Providence on the way home and still managed to look out the windows (no matter what Mum says! ;P) We drove through a little tourist trap place were we'd been before, briefly, several years ago on our way to one of my cousin's wedding. Being a weekday, most of the stuff wasn't open, but it looked and felt an awful lot like a ghost town the way things are getting run down...
Yesterday (Friday), I spent the majority of the day in front of the computer, typing. I woke up feeling in a writing mood, so I did that. I did help with lunch and make supper, so I wasn't completely useless. I sometimes wonder if I will ever finish any of my stories...you see, I get these inspirations and start writing and then I get part way in and start wondering, "How should I end this?" That's a terrible problem I have. However, I suppose that each time I write, it helps my writing in some imperceptible way, so maybe it's not exactly a waste of time...
Today, I spent part of the morning sitting on my grandma's floor visiting with my uncle (who is here) and my grandparents. I got Grandpa his coffee (instant decaf--ick! :D) and put the kerosene heater on to try to dry the carpet where something leaked (I forget what--but where it's at, I would guess the washer...)
After lunch, we sat around and discussed our new (or updated) pill regimens. I've had a few things added and the rest of the family is also going on the anti-Lyme supplement regimen. Then I pulled up the Lyme symptom list and we worked through that with Daddy and Katherine...that actually was kind of fun, for some reason.
Later in the afternoon, I tackled the bathroom, before sitting and playing my guitar for a while. I've been doing a little more of that and I love it! I really do love my instrument, even if I will never sound professional.
Well, I'd better scram!