November 23, 2011

• A Disjointed Holiday

   

  TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

  Woke up around 3:30am in a cold sweat.  It was obvious in a short time that I was in the midst of a serious relapse.  I spent the rest of the night awake and then asleep as the fever came and went.  By morning, I knew there was no way I was going to manage a Thanksgiving get-together.  So, when I finally was able to get to my feet briefly, I texted Tara and told her what was up and to make sure to come get the turkey so she would have a meal for tomorrow.  I was hoping she and the Princess would get together to make up a dinner for them both but it figures that this year the Princess decided that she would try her hand at making one on her own.  (With shopping list provided by myself, tyvm...LOL).

  I slept most of the day.  I made one feeble attempt at getting up and probably had Bratfink wondering what was up because I turned on my computer but never made it to my keyboard.  I ended up in the bathroom and then barely made it back to a horizontal position.  I couldn't even shut my computer back down.

  I was almost feeling human...almost..when the Princess dropped off Chewlee.  Chewlee was glad to see me and had to give me a big hug.  I just squeezed her until she protested and then proceeded to tell me about her *vacation*.  She obviously loved her grandfather's tub which must be a Roman tub.  She said she could swim in it.  She said she has her own room, a Hello Kitty room and she came here with her *Hello Kitty* stuffed animal, which talks.  She said she got a kit to make necklaces and bracelets that are animals.

  She was so cute today talking about having Turkey Day at *her* house with her mommy and daddy (yes, he's baaaaaack!) but Chewlee is happy and that's what matters most to me.  She is going to spend Friday night here so the Princess and Johnnycakes can go to a concert and that made her very happy.  We talked about my wallpaper (different birds and it changes every half hour).  She saw some pigmy parrots and had to learn how to say *pigmy*.  She would say, *Will you say that again?* and then she would repeat it after me.  She's decided that she would like some and she will feed them apples and nuts and water because they really like water and she will cover them up at night.  Of course, a few of those things she learned from me since we once owned a pigmy parrot (named Boris).  But she came up with the fact that she would need a cage for it all by herself.

  I really DID miss having her around and she says she missed me.  She told me that she didn't miss Papa but she missed Baron.    I can understand her not missing him because he really doesn't interact with her much at all except to take pictures.  Not that he doesn't talk to her, he just doesn't encourage it, if you know what I mean.

  The Beast for his own reason has decided he is going to make us a roast chicken tomorrow, complete with stuffing.  He's says it will be the first time we are having a dinner with just US there.  That's not true but, as far as his wounded memories are concerned, I just let it be.  It WILL be the first one where he is serving more than a one-dish meal since he got us some sweet potatoes as a side.  Of course, they are huge so we will be sharing one of them and saving the others for another day.

  I hope your Turkey Day is a bit more festive than ours.  Tara just got here to pick up the turkey.  She waited because of an accident coming up the mountain towards our house from hers so that it could clear up.  Love you all and try to stay healthy and happy everyone.  The Princess and the Beast did exchange civilized words today so some of my anxiety is assuaged (but not all yet).  OH...HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!  FROM MY HEART TO YOURS 
  

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