Call Me Lucky

It's definite.  My son Pete and grandson Jake are coming up in a week for a short visit.  It's been two years, so I am excited!  It's unfortunate that we won't be able to have a meeting of the clan with his brothers and sister because it will be a midweek trip.  Of course I'm planning menus and making lists.  I think it's so funny that, when asked for a favorite, the Kids put meatloaf at the top for comfort food.  They've each evolved their own versions, but who am I to argue?

Milking yesterday was difficult with fingers swollen stiff and a hand that looked like the Pillsbury Doughboy's, skin taut and shiny.  The swelling is only slightly less today, but I get chills when I think of what might have been.  Spray can in hand (the good hand), I went looking for the wasp/hornet nest under the lavender bush last evening.  I found a nest the size of an orange, covered with those malevolent insects.  How I'd gotten away with just the one sting is unbelievable.  Given my reaction, had the colony come after me, I'd be in the hospital now.  That lapse in judgement has taught me to take my own rules more seriously.