Magic is everywhere, I know it, but it's been hard to find today underneath the wads of kleenex and inside a head that feels like a stuffed turkey. For the past five or six days, I've been sympathizing with a sick husband, quaffing Echinacea, and willing myself not to succumb, but it's pretty hard when a bug is this virulent and you're sleeping next to it. All the hand-washing advice in the world doesn't quite make it in the realm of matrimony; that's why there's that "in sickness and in health" bit. And he's been very sweet to me today, running errands and making me tea. For my part, I'm trying very hard not to be cross or pathetic, but I feel both!
This afternoon I watched out the window as the clouds settled lower and lower on the hills, until at 4:00 pm they had sunk down into the treetops across the street. It's been dark and sleety, and then rainy, and most of the snow has dissolved into a typical January thaw. After lunch (turkey soup, from the frozen remains of the Christmas bird,) J. went off to a business meeting and I tried to work a bit, then cleaned the kitchen, knit another inch on my striped socks, and wandered between the bedroom and the couch. Finally I sat down at the piano and played for a while: a set of easy Beethoven bagatelles, the first French suite of Bach. And even though my head was still aching, and my fingers were out of practice, for half an hour there was nothing but the music.
puir wee thing !
I do hope that you feel better by the time you read this.
Posted by: m | January 12, 2008 at 05:47 AM
I've had a terrible cold, too, caught from my daughter rather than my husband. Music, especially that you make yourself, is a balm for the soul. Hope you're feeling much better soon.
Posted by: kaycie | January 12, 2008 at 12:15 PM
Beth, I hope you are almost fully recovered, for it seems to me that if you are able to play the piano, you must be getting better. Helps having a loving nurse too.
Posted by: marja-leena | January 12, 2008 at 12:32 PM
Oh dear. Sorry, got to laugh. I puzzled for ages about what a particular method of laundry had to do with matrimony. I blame it on the (hand-wash only, do not bleach) wool obsession. Please show us your socks when you feel better which will be soon, I hope.
Posted by: rr | January 12, 2008 at 12:42 PM
Beth,
When we get sick it is a challenge not get cross or pathetic,isn't it? Hope you're feeling a lot better. The weather here is heavenly beutiful.
Posted by: anasalwa | January 12, 2008 at 04:24 PM
We finally got rid of the cold we both caught on the same morning. "Pour le meilleur et pour le pire", they say. ;-) Hope you feel better soon.
Posted by: Martine | January 12, 2008 at 06:50 PM
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Posted by: dale | January 13, 2008 at 03:16 AM
Hope you're on the mend now. Getting better can be a really cherishable time. There does seem to have been a very special deep magic in what you've written here this year so far, and the pictures too. Riches indeed!
Posted by: Lucy | January 13, 2008 at 07:59 AM