My spring break has not begun well.
Saturday, March 30, I went to Toledo Bend to visit with my family. They rent cabins there, and, until last year, I used to stay for the weekend. Now that I have chickens, I can't do that, so I spend the day visiting and going to the junk shops. It's a tradition!
Somewhere, somehow, something managed to bite me on the right index finger--probably a spider, but I can't say for sure. My finger and part of my right hand are swollen and hurt just a bit, but I refuse to go to the emergency room (last trip there cost me $700) or to a doctor. What did people in the 1800s do? Probably died, if the spider was major poisonous, but I don't think this one was. I'll watch it. If I need to, I'll go to the doctor tomorrow, but I'm not one to run to the doctor for every little thing.
On top of that, a fever blister has popped out. Stress much?
Then, of course, that storm hit on Easter Sunday. My yard looks as though a bomb went off, and I haven't made a dent in the debris pick-up. I did a bunch yesterday, but, with each new breeze, down comes more stuff. And the forecast says two more days of rain (that I know of).
Along with the storm came a power outage that left me without electricity for six hours on Sunday. That, in turn, slowed the water pressure (don't ask me why), so that the shower was a trickle.
Oy! Such small disasters add up to major annoyance.
Maybe I can still salvage some relaxation from all of this. I'm going to try.
Oh, and it's National Poetry Month, and I'm writing a poem a day for NaPoWriMo. This is my fifth year--so far, so good. Poem posted for the day!
I hope your spring break is enjoyable!
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