Hello friends...Here is it Saturday, and instead of my usual Saturday "Wanderings", I bet you may be having a Saturday "WONDERING" where I've been? Yes, I've been MIA pretty much this week. I did manage to get the Tuesday 4 post done, but that was the end of my activity here in blogland. Why? you may ask... well if you're a Facebook friend you may have noticed this picture posted earlier in the week:
I had previously posted a little blurb about "being under the weather" on Facebook...and so I was. It started actually late Monday night with a scratchy throat, which strangely developed during a very fierce thunderstorm just as we were getting ready for bed. Not that the storm could have had anything to do with that as we keep our windows closed and have the AC on, but still, that's how I remember it. I figured it was an allergy because we had mowed the grass that day and at that time it was pretty dry and dusty and I breathed a lot of dust and grass pollen, etc. But anyway, I went to bed, and woke up the next day thinking I should probably take an allergy pill because my throat still felt kind of funny, and my glands were kind of swollen. Our son called and said he and Rose had sore throats and felt like they were getting bad colds, and it had started for them the night before as well, with a scratchy throat during that storm! Weird, huh? I thought so too. But as the day progressed I started feeling worse, like a really bad cold was coming on. Hubby said he felt fine.
Then I started hearing from different ones at church that others were sick with bad colds, and then one lady reported she tested positive for that dread word, covid. Uh Oh! Now we were on high alert! Benton and Rose had helped serve communion on Sunday morning, and we do it in our church where everyone comes forward and is served at the altar, so they had contact with everyone in the church. John and I also served communion to the people sitting in the choir and those who are unable to come forward from their seats to be served. We do this every week, and I look forward to serving some very special dear ones face to face. But that was Sunday, and none of us felt sick or had any sign of any symptoms then.
As a matter of fact, here is a picture I took of Benton and Rose on Sunday after church at our house. They looked so nice and we are so proud of them and thankful for the sweet dear couple they are. They are actually getting ready to take a trip to Minnesota for a few weeks, but their departure had to be delayed because of this development. Thankfully they are both pretty much well now and hope to be able to leave by Monday, Lord willing. We will certainly miss them.
And so today is actually the first day I have even felt like doing anything here on the computer. Oh, and back to this:
So, I woke up this morning thinking how much I wished I had a "boiled chicken". You know, where you boil (or stew) a whole chicken in a pot with celery and onions and maybe a carrot, until it is falling off the bone tender and delicious? And then you can either make your own chicken noodle soup (so much better than the canned stuff I've been eating this week), or chicken and dumplings or some other wonderful chicken dish. But of course there was not a piece of chicken to be found in my freezer! I usually keep some breasts or thighs, but there was not a one.
I thought I was feeling so much better this morning so that I could get dressed and run to the store, wear a mask and run in and out so fast no one would recognize me, and get a nice plump chicken to stew. But I soon discovered that just going out to our mailbox and back was about as much "running" I could manage today. So a little later I was talking to Benton and Rose on the phone and they said they had a few little errands they had to run today to get ready for their trip, and I mentioned how much I wish I had a whole chicken to boil. I thought my son would never stop laughing at how funny that sounded to him, but he said he would be happy to go get me a chicken to boil. And sure enough, he showed up at our door a little later with a sack and said, "Here's your chicken to boil! Enjoy!" Gotta love him!
