Off the Cuff

Though this may comes as a surprise to you, the thoughts I share within this blog are filtered. Well, the thoughts are filtered to some extent. However today, the filter is broken. Let the deluge of unfiltered thinking begin.

It started with the question (and thought) from a friend, “I was wondering what your plans were for the boys during summer and other breaks? It just occurred to me as I’m processing, once you are full time, you’ll have to add full time summer care to your yearly budget.” Read more

Fevers and Hallucinations

Critters in the attic. We’ve dealt with critters in our attic time and time again. We’ve never actively sought out or caught the critters, as they typically leave on their own accord. Plus, on more than on occasion, my husband has found snake skin left behind by growing snakes. Perhaps the snakes were growing due to their consumption of the critters in the attic? Who knows.

This weekend, I’ve been listening to the latest critter in the attic. With temperatures staying below freezing, I completely understood this fella’s need for shelter. However, I was a bit concerned by the size of the critter. He seemed to make the ceiling creak as he moved around in his usual area.

The critter in the attic has been a source of entertainment for me, these past several days. I’ve been confined to my bedroom, as I battle with and recover from the flu. Because I caught the symptoms in time, I was a good candidate for Tamiflu, which I have been taking as directed.

I laughed when my doctor told me about the possible side effects of Tamiflu. She said it might cause my behavior to become a little weird. While literally laughing out loud, I said, “I’m already taking Zoloft because I am ‘off’, and now you are telling me Tamiflu might make me more ‘off’?” Sure enough, straight from Tamilfu’s website: “People with the flu, particularly children and adolescents, may be at an increased risk of seizures, confusion, or abnormal behavior early during their illness. These events may occur shortly after beginning Tamiflu or may occur when flu is not treated.” Abnormal behavior. Hmmm … Define abnormal, because I don’t know that I have ever been described as being ‘normal’.

Let me ask you, have you ever had a fever? Have you ever had a high fever? Well, if you’ve experienced the flu, you’ve probably experienced a high fever. And, I am willing to bet, if you’ve experienced a high fever, you’ve experienced a bit of delirium. It is my belief that one has a tendency to become a wee bit delirious when battling high fevers. And, when one is a wee bit delirious, one may start hallucinating.

Well. I’ve been hallucinating. And, the critter in the ceiling has been adding to the hallucinations. Though, thankfully, the critter is not speaking to me. Yet.

Every time I find myself dozing, I seem to be transported to a world where weird things happen. Sometimes I am transported to a world where normal things happen, only to find the normal thing didn’t actually take place. Case in point? While I was dozing, I could have sworn Rob came in to use the bathroom. I heard him. I was sure of it. And, I could tell he was going to be awhile, because I heard him light a match.

30 minutes later, I was growing cranky. I had to use the bathroom. I barely had enough energy to get out of bed, and because he was lolly-gagging in the bathroom, I was going to have to use the bathroom in the hall. Why – oh why – was he taking so long? I finally said, “Rob!” But I got no response. I sat up, and looked at the bathroom door. The door was open and the bathroom was empty. Was I hallucinating?

And then there was the critter …. the noisy critter. I knew he was real. I heard him when I was awake and when I was dozing. He was in my real world – as well as my ‘other’ world. One of my friends suggested the critter was a raccoon. And naturally, based on her critter feedback, a raccoon appeared in my dreams. (By the way, he was not rabid, and he was cute.) I didn’t really think the critter was a raccoon, though. We live in a single story ranch, but we have a drive under garage that runs the length of the house. I know raccoons are climbers, but I don’t think our attic is easily accessible for raccoons. Squirrels and mice? Yes. But raccoons? It would be a first – at least for us.

During the day, I heard the critter leave the attic. So I thought. I opened the blinds, in hopes I would catch the critter returning. When I opened the blinds, I realized the telephone wire to the house, might be the source of home access. Then I wondered if we had flying squirrels. My mind was racing – or was I merely hallucinating. Regardless, I resumed my spot on the bed and waited for the return of the critter. Then a gust of wind came . . .

With the gust of wind came the familiar nose made by the critter. I looked up to see the culprit! And, what to my wondering eyes did appear?! Well, as the pictures will show, it wasn’t the critter I had expected, but it was the source of all the noise I had heard these past several days. So, here’s to fevers, hallucinations and Tamiflu, because being ‘normal’ is no where near as exciting.

The critter – disturbed with the gust of air.
The critter flapping against the house and rattling the pole.

Viewing Friday From Bed

:: One, two, three “Aaaaaaw”
Being the youngest of six kids, I had my fair share of sibling abuse. Rest assured, I also gave out a fair share of sibling abuse. Sibling sympathy was not readily shared, when we were kids. Even now, we tend to joke more about misery than offer sympathy.

So, having spent the past 24hrs in bed and finding out I have the flu – I can see and hear my siblings gathering around the table offering up a pity party for me. “On the count of three, everyone. One. Two. Three. Aaaaaaaaw!”


Sick with the flu, cuz I skipped the shot
Fumbling with blankets cuz I’m cold – no hot.

Bored in my bed, little energy to spare –
Looking nowhere in a zombie-like stare.

Tomorrow will be more of the same –
And not being vaccinated is to blame.


:: The Great Outdoors – Inside
The house is a mess. A mess. I am behind on vacuuming, dusting and cleaning bathrooms. The dogs come in and out of the house so much, we have pine straw and sticks throughout the house. Sometimes, in an attempt to make it seem OK, I close my eyes and visualize a campsite. I tell myself we’ve simply brought the campsite indoors. S’mores anyone?

This morning, after Rob left to run an errand, I wobbled out to the kitchen to get some yogurt. As I passed by one of the bedrooms, I noticed the toys had been put away. I looked more closely at the floor  . . . he vacuumed! Rob vacuumed the entire house! I’m guessing he did it while I was at the doctor. In any case, we are back to living indoors! Good thing, too – I think it is suppose to rain.


:: Conversation in the Car
Charlie: I want to go in outer space.
Me: You can be an astronaut when you grow up.
Charlie: No, I want to be a doctor.
Me: Oh. Well, that’s good, too.
Joe: Charlie, doctors get sick. And, they get shots, too.
Charlie: I want to be an astronaut.


:: Buzz, Buzz
With the all the respect in the world I want to tell you – Rob makes for one fine “House husband”. I am out-of-pocket two nights a week, which means Rob has to get the kids up and off to school two mornings a week. As a result, he’s had to adjust his work schedule. And now that I am sick, his task list has gotten longer. In addition to a larger task list, he is noticing some annoyances that I have complained about in the past.

I am literally staying separated from the family, in hopes they don’t get the flu. Last night, I was using the intercom on our phone and buzzing for Rob when I needed him. Later that night, he said, “Those intercoms are really annoying.” I had to laugh, because prior to yesterday, I hadn’t used the intercom – Rob had! He used it fairly frequently, and I hated it. He also buzzes me via a walk-talkie we have. Grates on my nerves! But, thanks to me being out-of-pocket, Rob has a greater appreciation for the annoying things in life!

Be kind, and take care of yourself and each other!