The week before Easter we had a ferocious wind. I blame it for my dry throat. I went from sounding like Barry White to
Darth Vader to null. On Tuesday I
sounded and felt like I had swallowed razor blades.
Jenna went to school on Monday but stayed home the rest of
the week. She is normally quite a
horrible patient. But she actually
stayed in bed for two days – except when she was throwing up – which I never
shared. Grateful for that. On the other hand I have a cough that Jenna
doesn’t.
So we sprawled in bed all day Tuesday. I took her to the doctor on Wednesday –
though driving with her when she is ill seems to make it even worse as she gets
car sick on top of whatever else she had.
She threw up just before the bus parked at the final destination.
A throat culture was given – just to rule out strep. The doctor said she had a virus and that we
would just have to wait it out. Oh,
joy. Wish there was a medicine given to
prevent strep.
Jenna fell asleep on the bus on the return home. She slept most of the day. We both did.
She bounced back after two days – not good enough to go to
school, but certainly more energetic than staying in bed.
The doctor’s office contacted me on Friday to say that Jenna
had strep and they would call in a prescription. If Jenna had strep, than I probably did
also. I made an appointment for myself
to see a doctor. I chose a time when
Roland could take me so that we wouldn’t have to ride the bus again.
So on the Friday before Easter, Jenna and I both started our
ten day treatment with antibiotics. Just
what every child would like in his/her Easter basket, right? Amoxillan, Penicillin, cough drops, etc. Jenna’s prescription came in liquid
form. I, on the other hand, had cough
capsules in addition to the horse pill infection fighter.
When Roland’s family arrived in town, we were still on
medication. They had come for Biff and
Jeanie’s wedding.
It was cold on the temple grounds though it didn’t start out
that way. Roland’s family, used to the
Arizona weather, was freezing. I had
extra jackets. I passed them out to some
family members and stood bare armed when I got cold myself.
Bill took lots of pictures.
It was the first wedding photo with family members represented from the boys’
mom’s side of the family and their dad’s side of the family as well as my
own. The first wedding in which all
three boys were in attendance.
Gradually all of the family members left except for Biff and
Jeanie and Bill. Bill led the other two
around temple square and posed them and took many many pictures. He led them around for at least two hours.
Twelve of us went to an Italian restraint downtown Salt
Lake.
There was a ceremony the following day – Saturday. It rained.
It rained and rained and never let up.
I am certain that the rain kept several away. I think the ceremony would have been better
attended in nicer weather. Still it was
nice. Different. At least from my point of view. Just isn’t what I am used to.
In the past, Jenna has always delighted in the role of “flower
girl” hoping to throw flower pedals as portrayed in television and movie
weddings. It isn’t typical of the “Mormon-theme” however. But on Saturday she did get to do just that.
Jeanie and her mom bought lavender dresses for her two
nieces and Jenna and Ester. Anna wore
blue. Kayla had asked if we would watch
her. As usual, Jenna took Anna under her
wing. And Jeanie’s mom made her an honorary
flower girl.
Rochelle walked beside two-year-old Ester who had absolutely
no clue. When Rochelle pulled out the
flowers to toss as she moved, Ester’s first instinct was to pick them up and
return them to the basket.
Ten-year-old Jenna walked with four-year-old Anna who was
beaming from ear to ear – probably not fully understanding it herself, but
having fun with it. They both did.
Their bishop introduced the ring ceremony and presented ring
trivia and customs. It was
interesting.
There was a luncheon that followed. Anna danced with Bill when he wasn’t taking
pictures.
The next day I went to Church and attempted to teach two
lessons though I really didn’t have much voice.
The first was Relief Society. I had agreed to step in for Angie as she was
not feeling well. I imagined that she
might have been feeling as I had the week before Easter.
Class went really well.
Lots of participation. I didn’t
really feel I had personally taught anything.
And then I taught the youth class for the last time. I’ve been called to be the enrichment
leader. I can’t even imagine.
Randy stops by the house once a week – mostly to fill his
belly with cereal. Sometimes he mows the
lawn. Mostly he complains about school
and math. I understand his frustration
with math. I have never learned the
language.
The average person who takes required math course will need
to understand and do math terms for just that class. The average person will never ever need to
know that stuff in real life. The
average person will never use any of that again. So why learn it? Randy and I both feel that it’s
pointless.
Jenna LOVES math. I
hope that she always loves math. I don’t
mind her learning the math language. But
please, don’t confuse my brain by trying to explain it to me. You might as well be speaking Japanese or
Hungarian from what I’m going to get out of it.
April was an odd month.
Mostly cold. Colder than November
was.
My throat has stopped hurting. But I am out of pills. And I still have my cough. I want it gone. And I don’t want the sinus pains to
return. We have to move to a wetter
climate with no wind. That’s my
solution.
