tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post4913088649243427833..comments2023-09-24T08:56:03.234-04:00Comments on In The Heart of A Former Hippie: The Waiting GameGinnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00265324719693655819noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post-19146026085070233732009-02-02T12:50:00.000-05:002009-02-02T12:50:00.000-05:00I've always wanted to go to Whistler! You'll have ...I've always wanted to go to Whistler! You'll have to bring me back a full report. If you're tired of winter, you should come to CA where it feels like spring time. I've just had it with people going on about how wonderful the weather is--this is winter, and it is supposed to be cold and rainy. What we've got now seems totally unnatural and just wrong.<BR/><BR/>Hope you're feeling better soon.Cindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08186499647670460862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911250073795616133.post-69984984980181033822009-02-02T10:09:00.000-05:002009-02-02T10:09:00.000-05:00Be carefull, it sounds like strep. I feel for you...Be carefull, it sounds like strep. I feel for you. Between the two of us we've been sick for almost a month. First Rick gets a cold and suddenly the house is a nursing home. I put up a valiant effort to fight it with Zycam and Listerine. The cabin fever was setting in. A little congestion, sore throat-no big deal. I was raring to get out. Rick felt better so I insisted we go out to dinner. There we are, a perfect table in front of the fireplace and the jazz trio. A glass of wine, a few bites of pasta, and suddenly the mother of all hot flashes hits me. I was going down. If Rick hadn't caught me my nose would have been covered in Alfredo sauce. He helped me to the restroom where I tossed my dinner into the toilet. I didn't need those calories anyway. My clothes were so dreched in sweat that I thought I had wet my pants. So much for a romantic evening out. My doctor said not to worry. It was just a vasovagel episode. What kind of bagel??<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I am sick of snow and snotty tissues. We aren't supposed to get that much snow here by the water. Oh well, better days are coming. It's almost tax time.jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04168215969331384041noreply@blogger.com