Fun Friday: Ziplining!

Blair and I took our nephew Logan and my mom ziplining yesterday at Carolina Ziplines. Our guides Ryan and Whitney took us on a canopy tour through the trees of Stokes county. Below is a video that captures some of the highlights. A few notes: 

  • You'll see one section where I'm doing a "whirlybird." This is where they twist the ropes so you spin around in circles as you come down the line. I was the only one in our group to attempt it. Until... Mom and I were the last ones to make this run and after I left the platform, Mom decided I wasn't going to be the only one to do the whirlybird. Take a look at the results!
  • Don't know if you can tell, but the last 2 runs you'll see on the video, it's pouring rain. Actually made ziplining more fun. 

 I would do this again in a heartbeat! They have nighttime tours which I'm going to convince Blair to take me back for. Our guides were stellar, beautiful scenery, felt totally safe. If you're in the area, you should definitely try this!

Mom Diaries: Memorial Day Bathroom Painting

The "BEFORE" shotAcross the nation today, people will celebrate and honor the fallen and serving members of our military. Some will hold cook outs with family and friends while others slip off to the beach or even enjoy the novelty of a simple hike or walk to reconnect with nature. How, you might ask, will I celebrate this momentous day of recognition?

I'll paint my mom's bathroom. 

Hey--we each do what we can in our own way. Mom has been wanting the room painted for some time--ever since we redid her second bedroom, transforming it from a masculine brown and blue bedroom into what she now calls "The Rose Room." She does her writing and knitting in there and it's her favorite room in the house.The Rose Room

We almost had to twist her arm to pick out the paint color. She kept hemming and hawing, asking if the color was too bright or too this or too that. She kept asking what I thought of it and it took awhile to convince her that (for this one time only) what I thought didn't matter.

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Rabies? What's Next? Locusts?

Yesterday morning I spent almost four hours in the emergency room with Blair and my mom, both of whom had been bitten by a feral cat the three of us had been trying to trap. 

To make a long story short, my mom has been feeding this cat intermittently for almost a year, hoping to get close enough so we could take it in to be spayed. Then the cat turned up pregnant. Just the other day, my mom discovered where she'd had her kittens--in the sub-basement of a house up the street that was empty. We rescued the three kittens (who are 5 weeks old, FREAKING ADORABLE and very people friendly) and then tried to get mommy kitty. We managed to get her into my mom's garage but Ms. Kitty was having none of getting into the cage.

Mom had a grip on her when the cat turned and sank its fangs into the fingers on her left hand. Mom screamed, the cat hung on for dear life, and Blair finally pulled the cat off Mom. Mom raced into the house clutching a bloody hand while the cat proceeded to bite through the gloves Blair was wearing and nail him as well. 

I went to check on Mom whose hand was a bloody mess. Cat bites are a nasty business, filled with germs. It wasn't even 7 am so urgent care wasn't open. We piled into the car (Blair in the clothes he'd done a 5-mile run in that morning and me in hot pink Old Navy sweatpants, an old sweatshirt, and no bra or makeup. Looking good.) and drove to the nearest hospital, 35 minutes away.

I have discovered my new purpose in life. It is not to be a writer. It is to be a hospital administrator because for the life of me it appeared that the staff was operating with their thumb up their ass. They were friendly and courteous but paint dries faster then the pace they were moving. The upshot of the visit was that Blair and Mom both needed their wounds cleaned (2 minutes) and a tetanus shot (2 minutes) and a prescription written for penicillin. It took close to 4 hours to provide them with this. 

I so wanted to pull a Shirley MacLaine and start screaming, "Give my husband the shot!" at the desk, but I withheld. Instead, I informed the nurses that my mom had left a candle burning at home that we were anxious about and how long would it be, because I might need to drive home and blow it out. 

The minute I said that, 2 nurses went to my mom's room, cleaned her wound and gave her the tetanus shot. WTH?? Was there some reason they were just standing around the desk NOT attending to patients before I arrived? Inefficiency makes me mental. 

At this point, the feral cat is still in Mom's garage. We've set out a trap and once the cat goes in, animal control will collect it and take it to a local vet. Ideally, the vet will either hold the cat for 10 days to confirm no rabies, or they'll put it down and send the head off to be examined for rabies. If for some reason they won't hold the cat or send it off for testing, Blair and mom will have to undergo rabies shots. 

Really God? Rabies shots? Because you felt we didn't have enough challenges in life? No mind. Bring it. We will deal with rabies and anything else you have to offer, including a plague of locusts. 

What a week! 



The Mom Diaries: Gone With The Wind

Today's post is written by my mom. She moved here to North Carolina from Chicago two years ago and is still "adjusting." This is an e-mail she sent me yesterday, reprinted with her permission.     


Gone With The Wind

by S. Karides

Chivalry is not gone, it lives on in the South.

Yesterday was my first attempt this year to mow the lawn.  I dragged out the mower, filled it with gas, checked the oil and I'm off.  After about 3 circles around the backyard I smell and see smoke.  I shut the mower off immediately but the smoke keeps getting heavier.  Fearing the fire department would show any minute, I tried to fan the mower to cool it off (you would to if you saw what I did).  Main thought: Blair is going to kill me!!  

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