While the holidays and new year break provided a nice break from scrambling to get in the car by 8am with everyone fed, washed and dressed it also looked like a scene out of Contagion. Mark, Viv, Rex and I passed around colds and coughs for weeks. Highlights being when I got a double pulled muscle on my side from coughing.
“what part of your body?” asked my neighbor Laurie
I gave her a response which showed living with Chef Peel has rubbed off on me.
“If you were to cut me up it would be my flank”
“I don’t understand as I have forgotten my high school butcher classes” she deadpanned.
Mark bought me a black compression band. For two days when I coughed it made me wince. A couple times the pain was akin to labor pains. I looked like a UPS delivery man.
Then the “night of hundred barfs”. A few days period where I was the only one unscathed.
The consequence of these winter maladies is that despite living in a perfect climate little time is spent outdoors scampering and basking in our blue skies. But, RIGHT before the Four horseman of the Apocalypse rode in Rex and I went to a nearby park.
Usually I think ” I wish I had my camera”. This day I did. I wanted to record the beats of the joy and discovery of a two year old boy.
Finding a hole.
Feeling the sun.
Every curve, the wind in his curls, which I know from his sister will soon flattened.
Rex is wearing his new favorite shirt. We bought from a nice guy at the Renegade craft fair. It’s from Orangeheat
Today is the first day our rag tag group will try this park again since Vivien threw up there.
Wonder if they will let us in?