Quarantine was a word that struck fear in our hearts. That was back in the days of Nickerson. Mumps, Measles, Diphtheria, Chicken Pox and then came Polio. I do not know what all we were quarantined for back then, but it was just common knowledge, that if one of the kids came down with anything, the whole house was isolated. You did not have to ask anyone, you just did it.
You should know this upfront; I never had any of the childhood diseases. I was born with the constitution and the immune system of a horse. While the other kids languished on their sick beds, I carried on my life as normal, although I could not leave the house because I would be a "carrier." I have a theory on why this was.
I was never laid low by the childhood diseases, but I was constantly in the sick bed with inflamed tonsils. My tonsils would be so red and swollen, that mother worried I would suffocate. Finally, at the ripe old age of 10 or 11, my tonsils were removed. I often envied the kids who got measles, or chicken pox because they got to eat canned soup and all that good stuff. The only thing that seemed to sooth my inflamed tonsils was ice cream, which we rarely had. (But when we did have it, it was homemade! It was made in the crank ice cream maker with heavy cream, lots of sugar and eggs and fresh peaches.!)
I am following the CDC guidelines and not going out. I see this is letting up in China where it started, so that is good. It will no doubt subside here at some point. At least I hope so. In the meantime I just remain hopeful. I am a hoarder by nature so the larders here are full. My mother was a hoarder before me as was my mother-in-law. It traces back to the poverty we endures way back when. MIL was the worst I have seen. If there was a tablespoon of anything left, it went into a piece of Saran Wrap and was stashed in the freezer. I have been known to throw that little tidbit away!
So here I set, alone in my house, with lots of time to write and guess what? I have writer's block. I can not think of a damn thing I want to share with anyone! I guess this is just the curse of old age. It has taken me 3 days to write this much.
So, I am going out and do chores, then drive over and drop off a package at the drugstore and then come home.
Have a good one!
You should know this upfront; I never had any of the childhood diseases. I was born with the constitution and the immune system of a horse. While the other kids languished on their sick beds, I carried on my life as normal, although I could not leave the house because I would be a "carrier." I have a theory on why this was.
I was never laid low by the childhood diseases, but I was constantly in the sick bed with inflamed tonsils. My tonsils would be so red and swollen, that mother worried I would suffocate. Finally, at the ripe old age of 10 or 11, my tonsils were removed. I often envied the kids who got measles, or chicken pox because they got to eat canned soup and all that good stuff. The only thing that seemed to sooth my inflamed tonsils was ice cream, which we rarely had. (But when we did have it, it was homemade! It was made in the crank ice cream maker with heavy cream, lots of sugar and eggs and fresh peaches.!)
I am following the CDC guidelines and not going out. I see this is letting up in China where it started, so that is good. It will no doubt subside here at some point. At least I hope so. In the meantime I just remain hopeful. I am a hoarder by nature so the larders here are full. My mother was a hoarder before me as was my mother-in-law. It traces back to the poverty we endures way back when. MIL was the worst I have seen. If there was a tablespoon of anything left, it went into a piece of Saran Wrap and was stashed in the freezer. I have been known to throw that little tidbit away!
So here I set, alone in my house, with lots of time to write and guess what? I have writer's block. I can not think of a damn thing I want to share with anyone! I guess this is just the curse of old age. It has taken me 3 days to write this much.
So, I am going out and do chores, then drive over and drop off a package at the drugstore and then come home.
Have a good one!
