Browsing Archives for November 2009

Snow Falling on Strawberries

November 17th, 2009

We awoke to snowfall this morning.

The first snowfall of the season…

You’ll have to excuse me for a few minutes while I run around like a ninny and take a few photos.

Believe it or not, I planted two flats of strawberries on Friday afternoon after I got home from work.

The strawberries were scheduled to be thrown into the compost pile at the garden center, as the planting season in Kansas is at it’s end.  I snatched a few doomed flats and brought them home.  It was a beautiful day – warm, slightly overcast, but very nice, as I tucked those strawberries into the dirt.  I hope they will make it.

I even picked a few for my breakfast!

And then spent a few quiet moments with my roses.

How long til Spring?

Got Your H1N1 Yet?

November 17th, 2009


So far three of my boys and the Country Doctor have received the H1N1 vaccine.

That leaves me and my teenage son knocking around the planet without immunity.

The same teenager who is now as tall as his dad.

I’ve had a few friends ask me what I thought about the H1N1 vaccine.  Not because they believe that I have any actual knowledge about the H1N1 vaccine, but because they think that possibly I have discussed it with the Country Doctor.  Sadly, I have not discussed it with the Country Doctor.  I try very hard not to discuss anything medical with the Country Doctor. Medical discussions either make me queasy or bore me to stone… unless it is a funny story.  A while back, the CD was taking care of a very elderly lady who was convinced that the hospital was a hotel.  As you can imagine, she was not very happy with the room service.

As to the medical decisions in our family, the Country Doctor is almost completely in charge.  He’s clearly more qualified than I.  Not that there haven’t been a few times when I have taken my kids to be seen by a different doctor because I felt that my husband’s response to his sick child was somewhat cavalier.  Doctor parents tend to either over diagnose or under diagnose their own family members.  There can be little doubt that our family is severely under diagnosed.  We are are way, way, way under diagnosed.  We may even be completely undiagnosed!  If one of my children has a fever, a cough, or aches and pains and the malady fails to resolve itself in a few days, I start to get a little worried. Call me crazy, but I think that maybe some form of action should be taken if a child is still languishing after two or three days of languishing already.

“Hey!” I say to my husband.

“Maybe you should actually look this sick boy OVER!”

“Maybe get out your little bag of doctor tools and come over here and poke this kid in the gut a little”

“Stick that lighter thing in his ear!”

“Put a popsicle stick down his throat!”

“At least go through the motions!”

Pretend to examine him!”

“Your wife can not really tell if it is a real exam or a fake exam – but either way it will make her feel better!”

“And isn’t it your job really just about making the moms feel better?”

But the Country Doctor never gets worried about our boys when they are sick.  Every once in a very rare, rare, rare while, he might call out a prescription for an antibiotic, but most of the time?  Nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

“It’s a virus” he says, “He’ll be better in a few days.”

“He has bronchitis, “he says, “It just takes a while to heal.”

“It’s growing pains” he insists, “He’s fine.”

And then he turns on his heel and leaves me and my sick baby alone… shaking…. feverish… frightened… and also soaked in bright orange cough syrup.

The CD’s bedside manner may be very poor – but so far – none of my children have perished from having a non-responsive dad for a doctor.

Or is that a non-responsive doctor for a dad?

Whichever!

So when the Country Doctor called me and said, “The vaccine is here – bring the boys to the clinic.”

I took them to the clinic.

It was almost as good as being diagnosed!

On a recent drive through the Flint Hills, on my way home from my eldest son’s cross country meet, I meandered through some small towns and found a few great old houses to photograph.

This house was not crumbling at all and was clearly well loved by it’s current owners.

But this one was in dire need of someone who could see past the neglect…

Someone who could bring her back…

Look at that stone, those formidable eaves, the demanding arts and crafts presence!

I wish I could have hitched her to my car and set her in the side yard to nurse back to her former glory.

And then there was the door into the shrubbery!

A house so overtaken with vines, that it felt like an entrance to a secret garden.

I fell head over heels for this house.  As I walked around it, my heart was pounding, my hands were sweating, me knees were weak.  There had to be someway I could turn this house around.  Someway!  Somehow!


Look!  A side balcony!  Look at those third story dormers!

Look!  Another balcony!  IN fact – THREE balconies!  And french doors and TWO chimneys!

Look at the trim details!  Look at the stone lintels!  It has a SLATE roof!  Why doesn’t someone live here?  How could someone NOT be living here?  What is going on?  Is there a grisly past?  Is there a ghost?  Was there a murder?  How can a house like this sit empty?  How?  HOW!!!!

This one is for sale.  If anyone is looking for a great old house for cheap in the middle of Kansas .  I wish that I could buy it!