Today was a hot day, hot enough that I worried about Hazel burning her feet in the street. (She has figured out that the white paint areas are cooler. she sticks to them.
But this afternoon I made a huge pot of chicken soup. (With rice, 'stirring once, stirring twice')
I did this because I have the worst cold in the whole hemisphere. I am so stuffed up. I feel like my face is full of cement. I may have to sleep standing up like a cow. So soup. I threw in carrots and rice and onions and it helped a little.
Hazel did something really smart yesterday. She has a habit of licking her feet. Vet says it is just a nervous habit, like nail biting. But when we see her doing it we say 'Hazel stop licking your feet," and she stops until we are not looking. Yesterday Mike caught her at it, and said it. She put both her snout and feet under a blanket, and kept on. Clever girl.
Only one Spanish sentence of note today.
'She took out her knife."
Now, i ask you, when will I need to say that. (I am hoping never!)
No writing today. Maybe tomorrow.
But this afternoon I made a huge pot of chicken soup. (With rice, 'stirring once, stirring twice')
I did this because I have the worst cold in the whole hemisphere. I am so stuffed up. I feel like my face is full of cement. I may have to sleep standing up like a cow. So soup. I threw in carrots and rice and onions and it helped a little.
Hazel did something really smart yesterday. She has a habit of licking her feet. Vet says it is just a nervous habit, like nail biting. But when we see her doing it we say 'Hazel stop licking your feet," and she stops until we are not looking. Yesterday Mike caught her at it, and said it. She put both her snout and feet under a blanket, and kept on. Clever girl.
Only one Spanish sentence of note today.
'She took out her knife."
Now, i ask you, when will I need to say that. (I am hoping never!)
No writing today. Maybe tomorrow.
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I hope this cold ends soon too. Having a cold in the summer time always feels ridiculous.
But as dense as the population is here, and everyone on the subway, it is inevitable that I will meet a new virus now and then. I try to remember to always wash my hands when I come in from outside. But sometimes I forget...
My old-fashioned doctor used to recommend holding a cup/bowl of hot water/tea/coffee and throwing a dish towel over your head, effectively making a little 'steam tent'. It WORKS!! Loosens everything so you can cough it up easily and opens and relaxes all the little airways.
For sleep, try propping up your head and chest with extra pillows, or a folded blanket under the top end of the mattress. We used to use the second method when I worked in the 'baby room' of a child care place. It used to help a lot when some of our 'asthmatic' babies were having trouble sleeping. We had one little girl whose breathing could be heard across the room!! Of course, her (x2x3x4x5) parents assured us it was 'just a cold'!
I hope you feel better quickly!!
Dave
Dave
My son had croup when little-- I used to do the shower trick, and read to him. Switching back and forth between night air, cool and damp, and shower room hot and damp, seemed to ease croup in those long ago nights.
In August it will be so hot
I will become a cooking pot
Cooking soup, of course -- why not?
Cooking once, cooking twice
Cooking chicken soup with rice.
Also, you need to know the knife sentence because he had it comin'.
"He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times." (Pop. Squish. Six. Uh-uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.)
Summer colds are the pits. I hope you feel better soon.
In high school I was part of a children's troupe that included puppets (but didn't use them exclusively) and that was one of the pieces we presented. I played the mother. The lion was a full body puppet.
I also have "Where The Wild Things Are" completely memorized because I was a narrator and one of the people operating the Forest/Ocean/Monster backdrop. First we crouched, then when the forest "grew and grew" we slowly stood up until there was a dark sheet with a pattern of vines as Max's backdrop, then stagehands flipped that layer to show a painted ocean, then they flipped that to show the Monsters, who had places so we could stick our hands through for Terrible Claws. For the Wild Rumpus we all sang "Wild Thing", which was silly, but for six-year-olds, it worked.
So it's in permanent memory, and being able to recite it has allowed me to make small children be quiet when they're stuck in lines at the supermarket or the bank.
Sendak lived here in Brooklyn you know.
...you know, I think he and Harry might have been contemporaries, growing up.
Now I just have to 1) read a lot more of the time period's history, especially the bad stuff, and 2) learn how to plot a mystery.
I feel a little sad reading your Hazel stories, because I read to the end once already.