Recuperating...

I love the 4th of July. It is my favoriate holiday as in Lake Wildwood it is celebrated with face painting, balloon toss, Bingo, boat parades, and hat contests. Finally, the fireworks start, lighting up the sky with myriad colors and bangs enough to shake you out of your skin.

This year, I made a couple of hours of Bingo then had to go home. I didn't even get to win the balloon toss with my grandson Joshua. However, Josh and Dylan did take the cakewalk contest--mashing cupcakes into their faces streaking their skin with red, white and blue.

After a few hours of napping, my husband and I grabbed the dogs and headed down to the lake. It was cooler by then and I could take the heat better. We watched the fireworks from a strangers' driveway and poor Chelsea (our gentle pit pull) nearly had a heart attack from the noise.

I missed the family who had decided to stay home and allow me to recuperate from sepsis. And while it did allow me to rest, my spirits were trashed by those missing from my home. When all seven of the grandkids are here plus their parents, the house turns into a wild rukus that doesn't quiet down until the last of them leave. Kids run in and out, rocks are hunted and found, bugs are played with, (I'm partial to Praying Mantis), and food is everywhere and I mean everywhere.

This year it was too damn quiet. It's hard to recuperate when you are missing those you love.

Well, I'm off to the doctor to get released to go back to work on Monday. I just talked to my co-worker and told him I'd have to nap every two hours. That ought to hold me for the first week. After that, it will become habit and no one will notice when my computer goes dark and snoring comes from my office. We humans can get used to anything.

Happy reading!