Day of Sicknesse.
Thank the good Lord, the miracle elixir has worked its magic upon our boy's dreaded Scarlette Feverre! Junior was his usual sprightly self this morning, jumping about upon his bedsheets, calling for breakfast and for his relieved mother to "smell [his] butt." With pleasure, my son! Okay, not really.
Mercifully, I seem to have escaped the foul pestilence that sickened my son. Father, I am sorry to say, has not fared as well. His eyes are rheumy and red-rimmed; he is racked with aches; there is much coughing and horking and cries of despair, bless him. The medicines still have not taken effect on his person. O! Why has he, among all of us, been so forsaken? I suspected it is his Jewisness, but the man won't convert, stubborn fool!
Tomorrow, I strap on my rucksack and venture forth to find medicinal herbs. I have heard there are some to be found in the Meadowlands.










March 13, 2008
Reader Comments (19)
Did you bury a statue of St. Helen of Keller upside down in your backyard?
That should work.
If not, one boiled onion under each armpit at night will do the trick.
Or maybe it's a statue of Helen Keller under each arm and an onion in the backyard. Folk remedies cornfuzzle me.
I hope the Lord sees fit to free you of this pestilence afore long.
Leeann
I suggest drinking of the spirits to get thee through this mark upon ye home. Large glasses of spirits.
Glad the boy is getting back to his old self!
Thankfully, our most hated illness (the one that led to hurling-profusely-into-big-buckets) has now left us. I wanted to be shot. Like a horse with a bad leg. However it has been replaced by another set of wretched symptoms--of the head cold variety. Arrrrg.
Woe is me (us, I guess). Please tell Henry we're glad he feels all bettery now. :-)
Thankfully, our most hated illness (the one that led to hurling-profusely-into-big-buckets) has now left us. I wanted to be shot. Like a horse with a bad leg. However it has been replaced by another set of wretched symptoms--of the head cold variety. Arrrrg.
Woe is me (us, I guess). Please tell Henry we're glad he feels all bettery now. :-)