I think I have almost recovered from the move, having Sarah in town, the huge kink in my back from using a hand spade to till up a flower garden over taken with Bermuda grass, as well as a bout with a 24 hour flu.
Nia got the flu first, two nights after we took Sarah to the Sacramento airport. We had to go up to Chico to finish up a few things, and then I took the girls to my friend Victoria’s place to spend the night. Then we did some school shopping in Sacramento, finally found a copy of Whiskey Tango Ghosts, then came to Merced to do some supply shopping, finally getting home around 12 am.
A few hours later Nia woke up puking. And all day long it was nonstop. The next day Lydia, West and me got worst than sick, and yesterday Peter was dead to the world. How many days need to go by before you become a recluse? I haven’t seen a human being outside my family since Wednesday, much less been off the 10 acres that the house sits on.
Apparently the property corners a crick ( or creek…), the should dig out my hiking boots and brave the rattle snakes and go on an adventure. Or, brave the 4 miles to the community gas/liquor store to shell out $2.50 for the SF Sunday paper.
I think if you see anybody, even family, then you don't qualify for those Federal Recluse Funds. Sorry.
Sounds like a very unpleasant few days you've had.
You probably should have a little hiking adventure if only to scout out the area for any obvious kiddy dangers. Old abandoned mining shafts or something like that. From my experience as a kid, if anything like that exists in the area, they'll find it.
Oh okay, but now that you mention it, I did "see" th PG&E guy come and read our meter and their was the Sears delivery guys...YOU caught me being dramitic...haaaa.
I just hope I don't fall into a mine shaft looking for one!