Whose Turn Is It…
Another week and another sickness; I don’t know if it is the weather or Seasonal Affective Disorder but the croup is kicking the crap out of the family. Sunday I picked up the stomach bug and spent the day alternating between watching my insides come out and in a drug induce coma. But I rallied and Monday morning I was out clearing brush and cutting down some trees in the backyard with a hired gun. Monday evening, I was again bed ridden this time because every muscle in my body was angry by my actions. My fingers even ached, the hired gun just laughed as my weak fingers shook as I handed over the check.
Today, my wife is under the weather which is very disturbing for us all. The kids are out of sorts, I’m out of sorts and she is just plain out of commission. To make matters worse, she is a Nurse and I know they get some type of injection in Nursing School that wards off everything from the croup to Ebola. She never gets sick but when she does it usually freaks me out. I don’t know how I survived pregnancy.
Quick story tonight. On Saturday evening, Billy G., some of you may remember him as the fictional character Billy Rimes had my wife and I over to his house for dinner with his family. Billy is in the middle of 777 training at FedEx and my wife remarked how he looked so calm and peaceful while I was a stressed out little baby on my conjugal weekend home. Anyway, Billy told the story of his wedding day and how his pants to the tuxedo were missing from the ensemble. The day after Hurricane Sandy hit New York City; Billy and his brother, Jeff found a taxi and went back to the apartment that was out of power.
The driver asked him if he was going to be able to find the pants in the dark. Billy coolly retrieved a flashlight from his jeans pocket and leaped out of the car. His brother started laughing and asked the driver if he was wondering how a man who couldn’t remember to pack the pants on his wedding day could somehow have a flashlight in his pocket in the middle of the afternoon?
My wife was wondering the same thing but not me because I already knew. We learned early on in Iraq that there were only two things that were absolutely essential to have on your person. Sunglasses and a flashlight; in any given twenty-four hour period you would use both of them. It was not uncommon to walk out of a pitch dark tent directly into the bright sunlight, just as it was not uncommon to see the sunrise turn into a sunset and into another sunrise. It was just the nature of the beast and to finish the story, anytime I leave the house I have sunglasses on my head and a flashlight somewhere nearby. In my backpack, there are two flashlights with extra batteries for both. I am such a boy scout.
By the way, he did find his pants and the wedding went off without anyone knowing about the missing pants. Including me, that is until this past Saturday night. I thought it was an adventure but to Billy and Anne-Lise it was a comedy of errors. Here are my recollections from that weekend. https://robakers.wordpress.com/2012/11/05/the-city-survives/
Until next time, keep on rockin.