It was summer all through March, and now that it is officially spring and April, winter is back! Snow and cold and so much gloom. I have been so crazy busy. For almost a year, I have been saying "once this is done, I will have time to breathe"... "Just get through my daughters wedding, then I can breathe"...no wait, crazy Christmas season is upon us, so "Just get through the Christmas rush, then I can breathe"...no wait, everyone is still shopping, I am shipping a million packages a day. My somewhat messy house becomes a disaster area and there is never time to fix it. Now, I am in the "just let me get the taxes done", or maybe "what can I do to avoid doing the taxes?" After all, internet full of end of world during the eclipse, so I wouldn't want to waste my last days. So here I am, when I should be listing things. Sales have slowed dramatically, so a bit more time, but not enough ever.
Oh, and here in the middle of winter, in the city, and I avoid the outdoors at all costs, I have contracted Lyme disease. Broke out in a rash all up and down one arm, no other symptoms, thought I got bug bites from playing with some puppies, but no, it turned out to be the stuff of horror films. My husband found a deer tick on the shower wall one morning. We assume it landed on him when he was cutting brush. Weeks pass, I am changing bed sheets, and I find 2 deer ticks on his pillow. My rash is just horrible, but just on the one arm, then I get bites on my legs. I strip the bed, wash EVERYTHING. We take the animals and check them, they have no bugs. Grace and I take the dog and bunny out to the car and bug bomb the house, spend 4 hours driving around with the pets. Next day, I find another tick on the bed and about freak out. This is the first time I think to look up. My sheer curtains on the window behind my bed have a line of black throughout the rod pocket. I get on a ladder and find the rod pocket full of ticks. How they got there, I will never know. There are a lot of deer roaming the city, we love seeing them, they are so pretty, but apparently they brought guests. We must have brought a pregnant tick in without knowing it and she started a family in the curtain. James and I both are on the antibiotics, and I still jump every time I see a black speck any where. Just telling the story is making me itch. Hope they are gone never to return.
This may be why I turned to all white for the latest creations.
That is the absolutely worst tick story I've ever heard. Yikes...now you have me itching like crazy and there can't be a tick any where in sight with all the snow we've received the past two weeks. Glad you found the nest though or who know what may have happened (or continued to happen). And I know EXACTLY what your saying about the "just get through xyz...". That's how my life have been and, although i wish I could change, I can't seem to. I'm in tax hell too right now. ~Robin~
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