About six weeks ago I pulled in one night to see the fattest, most pregnant doe on the planet. What was most amazing was that she bounded off into the field as if she were as sleek and as toned as thoroughbred horse. The other night when I went out on my deck she snorted at me and ran off again. This time her precious cargo of six weeks past was running behind her in the form of twin fawns. They could run too.
The heat and the wrath of the parasite both broke this week. I never thought I would call myself lucky for getting really sick but, I am calling myself really lucky for both the flu like symptoms and a very big welt on my ass. (It would be funny if posted a pic of it huh? I would surely get busted by the blogspot police)
Some folks slip past this stage of the disease without noticing they are sick. These are the folks who are faced with chronic symptoms that can last a life time. If you live in this part of the world and it feels like you have the flu in summer, don't take it lightly. Give yourself a good goings over in the mirror and yes, check out your own butt.
Jelly Jar and Flicker are busy with softball this week. Life is feeling pretty good these days. Hay combine needed for lawn, Elves needed to clean basement and we close a very anticlimactic book on forays into on-line dating. OMG, what was I thinking?
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