That’s a great idea, Laura.”
Me: “Laura speaking. I had a few other ideas. How about we have a few clubs having to do with how we are making do with the basic day -to-day living like we are. What ideas you have for, let’s say, cooking. We don’t have a camp stove, so I have a great tip for making one with a can of beer and rubbing alcohol. Also, we found ourselves really lacking on our knowledge of HAM radios, so if there are any people who know about how to use them, we need your expertise.”
Shelby: “Hi, I’m She lby, and I really could use some help and ideas. We aren’t doing too well.”
Me: “Laura again, and that leads me to my final idea. I think that a support group would be helpful. Katie, if you could lead it…”
Katie: “Katie here. Laura, when I meet you, I am going to give you a big, fat kiss. YES, I will absolutely lead a support group. Several if we need to break up different problems. I will get started figuring out exactly how it can work and will give you the information at tomorrow night’s meeting. I am going to change the topic now. Laura, would you be able to lead the nightly meetings.”
Me: “Laura, ah me? Yeah I can do that.”
July 20, 9:15 PM
The rest of the meeting was setting up the sub-groups and meeting times. Mom stopped taking notes because it was getting confusing, but I will work to make sure the next meetings go smoother.
I am not exactly sure how this came about, but I am actually looking forward to leading the meetings. Go figure.
I am excited to re-read Pride and Prejudice . It will keep me from thinking about what is going on. Yes, I want to figure out ways to make our lives now, and after we get out, somehow work, but I know that I need to think of other things, too. Katie was right, and I know it’s something I have to work on about myself.
So, good night, dear diary. I am about to enter the world of Ms. Bennet and Mr. Darcy.
July 21, 11:30 AM
After our morning coffee, hot this time thanks to the internet, we decided to clean up the mess in our house that was left in the wake of the attack. It has been so dirty and dusty that I think it is adding to our listless moods and bouts of coughing fits. Even Hershey is coughing and sneezing.
Thank goodness for the fake grass patch we found at the pet store for Hershey. He is so confused why he is going “potty” in the house now but it is doing the trick. Mark said that it is starting to smell some but he is able to clean it when he cleans our buckets.
I took a deep breath and opened the doors that lead to the stairs. I needed to know the severity of how badly we were hit in other parts of the house. In the downstairs level, I have spent all of my time in the living room and bathroom. On the second day, I peeked into one of the bedrooms but it really was too dark to tell and I thought better of grabbing a flashlight and taking a good look at the time.
I am fully mobile again. My rib area still hurts but it is not as debilitating as it was at first. I am getting better every day, but I fear that my poor Annie’s wrist is getting worse. I wish we could at least ice it. For the first few days Mark had her putting the ice packs from the first aid kits on it, but those are only one-time-use items. She did try to keep them on, even after they were no longer cold, but she finally saw the futility in it and just left the wrist wrapped.
But it’s not just Mom’s wrist that is worrying me. She looks so exhausted and she is having trouble catching her breath. She didn’t mention this to Malcom when he asked and I didn’t think it was a good idea to say anything at the time. I have decided that I will talk to the Doc about it privately, when I can.
So, I braced myself to inspect the house. First, I would check the three downstairs bedrooms, and then on to the upstairs.
“I need you to stay claim when you do this, Laura,” he said in typical Mark fashion. “I know how you get.”
I felt like
Me: “Laura speaking. I had a few other ideas. How about we have a few clubs having to do with how we are making do with the basic day -to-day living like we are. What ideas you have for, let’s say, cooking. We don’t have a camp stove, so I have a great tip for making one with a can of beer and rubbing alcohol. Also, we found ourselves really lacking on our knowledge of HAM radios, so if there are any people who know about how to use them, we need your expertise.”
Shelby: “Hi, I’m She lby, and I really could use some help and ideas. We aren’t doing too well.”
Me: “Laura again, and that leads me to my final idea. I think that a support group would be helpful. Katie, if you could lead it…”
Katie: “Katie here. Laura, when I meet you, I am going to give you a big, fat kiss. YES, I will absolutely lead a support group. Several if we need to break up different problems. I will get started figuring out exactly how it can work and will give you the information at tomorrow night’s meeting. I am going to change the topic now. Laura, would you be able to lead the nightly meetings.”
Me: “Laura, ah me? Yeah I can do that.”
July 20, 9:15 PM
The rest of the meeting was setting up the sub-groups and meeting times. Mom stopped taking notes because it was getting confusing, but I will work to make sure the next meetings go smoother.
I am not exactly sure how this came about, but I am actually looking forward to leading the meetings. Go figure.
I am excited to re-read Pride and Prejudice . It will keep me from thinking about what is going on. Yes, I want to figure out ways to make our lives now, and after we get out, somehow work, but I know that I need to think of other things, too. Katie was right, and I know it’s something I have to work on about myself.
So, good night, dear diary. I am about to enter the world of Ms. Bennet and Mr. Darcy.
July 21, 11:30 AM
After our morning coffee, hot this time thanks to the internet, we decided to clean up the mess in our house that was left in the wake of the attack. It has been so dirty and dusty that I think it is adding to our listless moods and bouts of coughing fits. Even Hershey is coughing and sneezing.
Thank goodness for the fake grass patch we found at the pet store for Hershey. He is so confused why he is going “potty” in the house now but it is doing the trick. Mark said that it is starting to smell some but he is able to clean it when he cleans our buckets.
I took a deep breath and opened the doors that lead to the stairs. I needed to know the severity of how badly we were hit in other parts of the house. In the downstairs level, I have spent all of my time in the living room and bathroom. On the second day, I peeked into one of the bedrooms but it really was too dark to tell and I thought better of grabbing a flashlight and taking a good look at the time.
I am fully mobile again. My rib area still hurts but it is not as debilitating as it was at first. I am getting better every day, but I fear that my poor Annie’s wrist is getting worse. I wish we could at least ice it. For the first few days Mark had her putting the ice packs from the first aid kits on it, but those are only one-time-use items. She did try to keep them on, even after they were no longer cold, but she finally saw the futility in it and just left the wrist wrapped.
But it’s not just Mom’s wrist that is worrying me. She looks so exhausted and she is having trouble catching her breath. She didn’t mention this to Malcom when he asked and I didn’t think it was a good idea to say anything at the time. I have decided that I will talk to the Doc about it privately, when I can.
So, I braced myself to inspect the house. First, I would check the three downstairs bedrooms, and then on to the upstairs.
“I need you to stay claim when you do this, Laura,” he said in typical Mark fashion. “I know how you get.”
I felt like
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