It’s late night as I lie in bed reading your story. Much has touched me, but I’ve fallen in love with this paragraph:
“Apologies spewed from my sister many times as she plugged in a vaporizer, gave me some orange baby aspirin, tucked me in bed, and put on one of those old 33-speed story records. Ahh the relief—I felt so cozy that all was forgiven as I sunk into the soft quilt and pillows and closed my eyes to the sound of Hansel & Gretel.”
I can see the vaporizer, taste the baby aspirin, and feel the quilt. I can hear Hansel & Gretel playing, the record crackling here and there. I’m sorry you couldn’t stay sleeping there that time! But thank you for tucking me in this evening with vivid and comforting imagery from your (our) childhood.:)
First of all, I must compliment you on the imagery in the winter storm: mini fists. Wow! That is exactly how hail and some blowing snow feels here in frigid Michigan during the hateful month of February. As I am a physician, I know that any home remedy is a good as any doctor's prescription: Nothing works. Remember we got penicillin shots on the second or third of a cold and felt better by the sixth or seventh. Same result had we used Shell's chicken soup.
Thank you for the compliment. Also, you put my mind at ease about getting over a sickness without the “shot of penicillin.” 😉 Unless of course I really need it
Your timing is good to tell about illnesses. Our darling grandson was here a few weeks ago. 18 month old. He is so darn cute. They arrive from Chicago on late Friday night. When we got up in the morning, lots of hugs and a few hours later his nose was running and it didn't stop till they went home. Do you know what I did? I just kept playing with him/ By the time they walked out the door, Iggy and I both had whopper runny nose. I love my sweet grandson.
I love this story because I love the way you express the tiniest detail of a big sister caring for a little sister. And hitchhiking in the snow…Thank you for reminding me of my own big sister.
It’s late night as I lie in bed reading your story. Much has touched me, but I’ve fallen in love with this paragraph:
“Apologies spewed from my sister many times as she plugged in a vaporizer, gave me some orange baby aspirin, tucked me in bed, and put on one of those old 33-speed story records. Ahh the relief—I felt so cozy that all was forgiven as I sunk into the soft quilt and pillows and closed my eyes to the sound of Hansel & Gretel.”
I can see the vaporizer, taste the baby aspirin, and feel the quilt. I can hear Hansel & Gretel playing, the record crackling here and there. I’m sorry you couldn’t stay sleeping there that time! But thank you for tucking me in this evening with vivid and comforting imagery from your (our) childhood.:)
Well I love your comment. I mean love it! It brings me joy to know I can awaken such feelings.
Ginger turmeric juiced then add fresh lemon and make ice cubes out of them
Ahh yes! I did this once and used them up. Loved it but had forgotten about it recently. Thank you for the reminder.
I love your term “tree bathing!”
First of all, I must compliment you on the imagery in the winter storm: mini fists. Wow! That is exactly how hail and some blowing snow feels here in frigid Michigan during the hateful month of February. As I am a physician, I know that any home remedy is a good as any doctor's prescription: Nothing works. Remember we got penicillin shots on the second or third of a cold and felt better by the sixth or seventh. Same result had we used Shell's chicken soup.
Thank you for the compliment. Also, you put my mind at ease about getting over a sickness without the “shot of penicillin.” 😉 Unless of course I really need it
Your timing is good to tell about illnesses. Our darling grandson was here a few weeks ago. 18 month old. He is so darn cute. They arrive from Chicago on late Friday night. When we got up in the morning, lots of hugs and a few hours later his nose was running and it didn't stop till they went home. Do you know what I did? I just kept playing with him/ By the time they walked out the door, Iggy and I both had whopper runny nose. I love my sweet grandson.
Yup—all the hugs are invaluable.
I love this story because I love the way you express the tiniest detail of a big sister caring for a little sister. And hitchhiking in the snow…Thank you for reminding me of my own big sister.
Happy to awaken fond memories. Do you have any home remedies you try when someone is sick?
Isn’t fun combined our memories good and not as good with those of our adult children. ❤️
I think that chicken soup has real healing properties, so I always like to make a pot for my people who are fighting something.