Ginger ale and other memories—a brief update

 

Sophie and her empty bowl


Yesterday I was talking toMegan, my Austin daughter, and mentionedthat I wished I had some ginger ale because that’s what my mom always gave mewhen I was sick. In a slightly amused tone, Megan said, “That’s why my mom gaveme too!” Couldn’t believe I’d forgotten that. She went on to remember that Igave them Lipton’s chicken noodle soup from a packet. I don’t have the soup,but either Christian or Jacob got me some ginger ale, and I’ve been guzzlingit.

Sophie still rules the roostand doesn’t understand that I’m not following my routine. I usually go to bedabout 11:30 and give her a snack of kibble then because it’s a long time for agirl from dinner at five to breakfast at seven. The other night I fell into bedat nine-thirty, completely forgetting the snack. At 11:30 promptly, she woke meup. I opened the door for her to go out, but she wasn’t interested. So I fedher two little treats. That didn’t satisfy her either, and she went to the kitchencorner where she usually eats. It dawned on me she wanted her kibble. Gave itto her, and she trotted happily off to bed. Sophie has a most accurate internalclock.

She has always disliked my beingin bed—will sometimes wake me, just to get me up. So she’s doubly unhappy thesedays when I go back to bed several times a day. I don’t let her have access tothe back yard when I’m not up and keeping an eye on her, so that adds to herfrustration.

I’m glad to report I haveapparently (knock on wood) had a mild case of Covid, like a really annoyinghead cold. But now I’m on the mend—ate a little bit today (not quite up to thetuna salad in the fridge but had cottage cheese and later a buttered potato),slept soundly, coughed less, and generally felt better. Jordan is not feeling asmuch better but has no fever (I never did have). Two more days of quarantine!Not that I expect to rush out into the world.

Have a good week, everyone.