When you’ve got a cold, do you ever wonder why you didn’t appreciate being healthy when you were? And then, when you get rid of the cold, you sigh and think, yes – I will always appreciate this feeling of not being sick until, like, the next day when you totally start taking it for granted again.
Why do they call it a cold when it makes you hot?
When it was hot in the summer, my mother used to swear by drinking hot tea. This was back in the days before homes were air conditioned and we just had to live with it. Her theory was that a hot drink made you sweat more, and when you sweated (is that a word? It doesn’t look like a word. Don’t you hate it when that happens?) …anyway, when your body produced sweat (better), the air, though hot, cooled you off more than if you had just been sweating normally. Like you do on a hot day.
My mother may have been crazy. I realize that now.
Yet it means that I don’t shy away from drinking the hot coffee I crave, nay, need in the middle of summer. Or in stupid temperatures in the fall like we’re having now.
Hellooo!! It’s Friday again, and time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. It’s been an interesting week around here. The first full week back to school for Alex, which has been nice. I’ve been seriously considering doing something totally out of the ordinary. For me, at least. If it happens, you’ll be the first to know. In the meantime, here’s your prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “hot/cold.” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one and end with the other. Enjoy!
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Dick: You’ll never guess what my wife and I did last night for dinner.
Gerald:(raises eyebrows) Do I want to know? I mean, really, are you sure I want to know?
Dick:(elbows Gerald in the ribs) Come on, of course you do. Anyways, I get home from work last night and she’s got all these candles going in the dining room, right?
Gerald: Lucky you don’t have kids.
Dick: Yeah whatever. Anyways, I walk in the door and there’s all these candles on the table and the sideboard and everything, and there she is dressed up in this … thing …
Gerald: What, like a gorilla suit?
Dick: No! She’s not wearing a gorilla suit! She’s got this black lacy thing on with her boobs hanging out, out to here (gestures with his hands in front of him) and this tiny little thong stuck up the crack of her ass that’s she’s wiggling at me …
Gerald puts his hand to his face and slouches in his seat.
Dick: … and on the table – get this – on the table is this assortment of whips and handcuffs, and I’m like, holy shit babe, this book you’ve been reading, it’s right up my alley.
Gerald: Don’t tell me …
Dick: That’s right, man. That Forty Shades dealio. I got my hogtie on with the handcuffs and the ball in the mouth and shit and she went to town on my ass, all night long, man. It’s incredible! Man, you should get that book for your wife.
Gerald:(unenthusiastically) Sounds like balls of fun.
Dick: Speaking of balls, mine are fucking aching this morning. You know, after all that she didn’t even want to have sex. She just flat shut me out. It’s like she just wanted to beat the hell outta me.
Gerald: Hey maybe I should read that book … The lingerie’s not a requirement, right?
Dick: … I guess not. But what would you want to read it for?
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Agatha: When we get home, I think I’ll need a cup of tea.
Kitty stares out the window silently.
Agatha: All this traveling on the bus is for the birds. I’m not as young as I used to be.
Kitty regards Agatha and looks back out the window.
Agatha: I see all these young people, the boys with their bottoms hanging out of their pants and the girls … (shakes her head) If I’d tried to go out in the things the girls wear these days, my mother would have sent me to my room without any dinner. But, times change. I suppose I’m just old-fashioned.
Kitty turns to Agatha and blinks.
Agatha: You’re such a good girl, aren’t you pet?
Kitty yawns.
Agatha: Where would I be without you?
Kitty: Probably sitting at home drinking tea instead of taking me out to buy new jeans.
Gah! Why do I struggle so much to write something positive these days? To write something – anything – of my own volition? I swear, if it wasn’t for these prompts, I might not write at all for weeks on end. Which is strange, really, because when I start, it’s natural. It just goes. Before I go off on a tangent, I want to say thank you. To all of you who help me keep going with my prompts. Because though they may originate here, if it wasn’t for all of you reading and participating in them, I’d have no motivation to keep it up some weeks. Thank you. 🙂
I’m not going to get this posted on Saturday, but I’m happy I at least started it with a minute or two to spare. I’ve spent the day working and occasionally tending to my son Chris’s needs. And talking to my mother on the phone about half a dozen times, allaying her fears that there really is nothing to worry about when she finds a note in her room that she wrote about something she was trying to remember to do three years ago. I swear sometimes it would be best to go through her room when she’s not there and empty it of every scrap of paper once a week. She’s always been a worrier. Now she finds something to worry about and with her dementia, she can discover it for the first time ten times in the space of an hour.
I actually tried not giving birth to an only child, as I am, so that only one child would be stuck looking after me as I age. As it turns out, my eldest will likely be stuck with both me and his two disabled brothers. Life just isn’t fair.
Gah! Why do I struggle so much to write something positive these days? (Yes, I copied that.)
So I was at the hospital with Alex the other day, and I was amazed at how many people I recognized from when he was there for the first eight months of his life. Not only that, there were so many of those people who recognized me. I must have made an impression. Or Alex did. He was admitted for a night after vomiting as he came out of anaesthesia and they were afraid that he may have aspirated. He spent the night with the nurses at the desk, apparently, hanging out and flirting. He didn’t want to leave the hospital when it was time to go. I remember one time he was in ICU after having a second surgery in the space of two days. He’d had sleep apnea and the first surgery wasn’t as successful as they’d hoped. Even after all that, he managed to wrap every nurse in the ICU around his little finger. I’ve never seen so many nurses drop what they were doing (in the bloody ICU!) to wave goodbye to him as they wheeled him on a stretcher out the door and back up to the ward where he would spend another few days recovering.
He gets it from his dad, I’m sure. I’m simply not that charming.
But soon we won’t have that particular hospital to go to anymore. It’s a children’s hospital, and Alex will turn seventeen in five weeks. I fear the adult hospital may not be as good.
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