Daffodils, Feline Disciples and a Tuna Tale for the Ages.

Every January, you can almost always count on the daffodils starting to bloom around here. At least, that’s the case for mine. I transplanted these overachievers from the front of the house to our hill in late summer, and I really thought they for sure would have thrown a fit about the move, but nope, they bloomed as expected. I suppose my daffodils are simply programmed to open up in early January.

Things are fairly low-key here - 

but in a good way. 

I met a new woman named Debbie who needs a ride every Thursday for our church Bible study. She lives close to me, so it's not out of my way.  During our 30-minute car ride, I learned all about her, her husband, their finances, and her various ailments. I just nodded along and enjoyed her company.  She showed the same enthusiasm at Bible study.  I always enjoy observing the group dynamics when new personalities join. 

While I was re-watching my BSF lecture online, Susie curled up next to me, enjoying the experience. This kitty really loves the Word of God!

It was such a sweet moment that I felt compelled to send a photo to the teaching leader delivering the lecture.

She replied with a photo of her cat, Sammi. 

We concluded they are disciples, spiritually united in their feline quest for more Jesus! 

Sara's birthday was on Friday, and I took a photo of her present mainly because I loved that wrapping paper. It reminds me of the wallpaper in my childhood bedroom. Only, instead of posies (or whatever they are), mine were red and pink roses. I know, different flowers, but maybe the colors are what triggered my brain.

We delivered her gift on Saturday, and then, Navy and Sara shared their harrowing experience with scombroid food poisoning. Last week, during game night, their friends brought over seared ahi tuna steaks, traditionally cooked lightly on the outside and raw on the inside.

 The first casualty was their friend, Bob.  Within 10 minutes, he developed a flushed red rash, had difficulty swallowing and breathing, along with a severe headache and stomach pain. Fortunately, Sara is a nurse and promptly gave him Benadryl. Bob and his wife then went to the emergency room.

While they were leaving, my son was the next one to fall ill, with the same symptoms. Unfortunately, Bob's wife had taken the entire bottle of Benadryl, leaving Navy in a miserable state. He experienced "the works,"  and without the antihistamine, his symptoms would persist for 10 to 12 hours or more.  Fortunately, Sara connected with Bob's wife, and they brought the bottle back for Navy. He was unwell for the rest of the evening and the next day and still suffered through the vile symptoms. 

Now he says he is swearing off raw fish - probably a good call, especially since they eat all that raw food. I'm actually surprised he got as sick as he did. I suppose it was bound to happen. 

As for me? It's a BIG NO THANK YOU. I'm content to stick to my totally old-school, cooked meals, and I'm fine with that.  We have several restaurants in town with nothing but Raw foods. I just don't have the passion. 

Meanwhile, poor Carrie, who is a picky eater to begin with, witnessed all the drama and has now sworn off all things raw.  She did take a bite before all the drama broke out, after a dare, and somehow dodged the bullet and didn't get sick.  The thing that boggles my brain is that Navy said it tasted funny, yet he kept eating, as did his friend Bob. Yeah, I don't get that at all! 

Navy asked me, 

"Wasn't there a rock group called Bad Tuna?" 

No, dear child, that would be Hot Tuna. A relic of the 60s San Francisco psychedelic music scene, part of the Jefferson Airplane family tree. It struck me as funny, but honestly, there could have been a band with that name... 

Obviously, Hot Tuna never ate BAD tuna. 

PS. For years, I collected vintage Fillmore West/Avalon Ballroom Posters, and my sons knew of the old bands that played in my era. I sold them years ago on eBay, which was a plus since all mine I acquired were free. I now wish I hadn't...

But what's done is done. 

Friday, Laydee received her mobility wheels, and we have been working with her gradually. Progress is progress. The Vet suggested we give her special treats only for training, so she learns to associate them with the positive.  So far, she has taken 2 steps, and her tail was wagging like crazy.  I believe she gets it! 

We're very hopeful.  

To be Continued...

I'd best be getting off - I'm dressed and ready for church, and as soon as my alarm goes off,  I can leave in time. Husband is already there, playing the conga. 

Thanks for dropping by. 

Debby