Loose Strife

The last two days have been surprisingly very good for Laura. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the drugs she started on Friday are the reason why she is no longer throwing up, is eating normally, and has had no headaches. And when Laura’s awake, she’s been doing lots of normal activities — rummaging through old clothes boxes in the basement, organizing photo albums, checking on the progress of our tomatoes.
I’m thrilled. She’s less so. Other annoying problems have crept up in place of the others. She consistently has double vision now and she feels less stable walking. But being able to eat again and free of pain seems like a big improvement.
Thanks so much to my parents who happened to be here during the last 10 days and were such a big help. Mom, I’m sorry I’m such a jerk sometimes. As it’s always been, I have no excuse.
Oh, and speaking of whack-a-mole, our guineas all got whacked over the last week. I raised a half dozen birds this summer and at 3 months old I let them out of the hen house to free range. They didn’t want to return and spent the nights in the tall pasture grass, instead. Bad idea. Over a couple nights their numbers kept falling. I tried wrangling them back in the barn, but they didn’t get the idea that the barn — that place where they had safely spent the first 12 weeks of their lives — is where they should be sleeping. Finally there was just one guinea furtively pacing outside the house and yesterday it was gone, too.
We’ve had loads of visitors recently and more to come tomorrow. I’ll try to make more of an effort to post photos. I know I’m way behind.