Sometimes you think the flu only happens to other people.
In the wee hours of Thursday morning, it happened to Kimball. When I realized what was going on in the bathroom, I got up, got her a warm wash cloth and tried to be helpful. It’s hard to know what to do.
In 37 years, she may have had to help me like that once or twice, but not in recent memory.
Saturday morning, after I had laid awake all night feeling like I was overstuffed, when I wasn’t, I jumped out of bed about 4 a.m. and ran to the bathroom. When Kimball heard the commotion, her first thought, she said, was, “It must be the neighbors.”
She knew what to do – got me a warm wash cloth.
Then I did the same thing at 6 or 6:30 a.m. And again at 8:30. So glad I helped Kimball because I really needed her help.
Saturday night after we went to bed, I asked her about the neighbor thing. She got so tickled it made me laugh which hurt my rib muscles that had no experience with that kind of exercise.
We put the first tracks in the snow Monday morning when we went to work.
– I was editing the State Parks feature about Mastadons and Woolen Mills and I looked at the photos. When I saw the photo of the Clovis points found by wooly mammoth bones, I did a double take at the bigger spear point. I looked at the one I had found in our yard a few years ago – exact match.
– You can never underestimate the innovativeness of American Farm Boys:
At a high school in North Dakota , a group of male students let three goats loose inside the school. But before turning them loose, they painted numbers on the sides of the goats: 1, 2 and 4. School Administrators spent most of the day looking for No. 3.