Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Blowing, Coughing and Meeting The Locksmith...

Thanks for the wonderful holiday wishes. Unfortunately, it was a non-starter as yours truly remained in bed, coughing so badly that I could not eat. This week has been spent pushing fluids, expelling copious amounts of phlegm and sleeping with the aid of cold medicine.

The friend at whose home Thanksgiving dinner was held has been generous in supplying leftovers including a wonderful matzo ball soup containing chicken and vegetables and lots of beautiful broth.

As of now, I can complete most routine tasks and eat, so things are improving. The cat no longer casts worried looks in my direction and I can speak without interruption if need be. Soup remains my go-to liquid as the weather has cooled and my apartment is often noticeably chilly.

Waking hours, though few, have been spent with the mundane. At some point, my key ring went missing and despite an all-out search, remains so. Spare keys did not include those for the outdoor mailbox, so this morning I met with a locksmith and for the not inconsiderable amount of $100, I had both new lock and keys within the hour. I have no idea how exactly a woman who has not been beyond her walls except to take out garbage loses keys, but I'm fortunate to be able to remedy the situation quickly.


On another subject, my foray into paternal heritage has taken me back to parts of Europe I'd never suspected and points to patterns of both immigration and later migration southward I've yet to fully untangle. How many of you have ever known who your eighth great grandmother was? Much of my family history on this continent also takes me to another state, so I am attempting to visit its history during the American Revolution and before. I've also found who I believe to be the first among my ancestors to own slaves, a sobering realization. More will be revealed, of that I am certain.


5 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

I do hope you are firmly on the mend - and look forward to learning more about your family explorations.

Ms. Moon said...

Ugh. Sounds like a terrible illness. May you truly be feeling completely well soon.
How COULD you have lost your keys? This is the sort of thing that drives me insane. And I do it all the time.
I have no idea who my eighth great grandmother was. You make me want to find out, though!

Steve Reed said...

So sorry you're sick again, E! Take care of yourself! Glad the search for ancestors has been leading you to unexpected places -- that keeps the process interesting, right?! Have you ever had your DNA analyzed?

Martha said...

I hope you feel much, much better! And that sounds like an exciting search. I can't say I've found the patience to do that - yet - but my brother has, so I get the information from him. Lucky me :)

Shaheen said...

I hope your feeling much better e. Look forward to reading more about your family exploration, my husband has been doing much the same on and off when he can with his family.