Light night I talked about signs of cold congestion NOT getting the best of me today. HA! That was just TALK. My hypochondriac genes are in full force this morning and while Der Bingle was sick over the week-end, I am languishing on my death bed.
Quentin’s sinus surgery a couple of weeks ago – a procedure; my throbbing snot-filled nose – a catastrophe.
Perhaps I exaggerate; but it appears to help to splat the screen of this laptop with whining. Splat may not have been the best word, but somehow it just popped right to my fingers. But,of course, improvement may also have something to do with gravity since I am now in an upright position, physically, if not morally.
In all truth I have long suspected the Jews have had the right idea with the Wailing Wall; it helps to get emotion out. I know that a cold is not worthy of wailing emotion; neither is Abraham Lincoln’s stubbed toe. So I believe I am going to designate a place – and it probably should be mobile – as a Whimpering Wall. I doubt it will actually be a wall – more likely a symbolic one . . . I’m thinking two big Kleenex stretched out in front of my face.
Hope you feel better soon. A warm weather cold is the worse type of cold.
The wailing wall? I’m with you. Do you have time for a short story? Okay.
A friend of mine and I were at a big box store buying plants a few years ago. There was a little boy, about 3 or 4 in a cart with his dad, just sobbing, loudly. He kept saying “I want to go h-o-m-e”. His Dad told him he needed to be good. The little boy then began to wail “I want to be g-o-o-d…I want to go h-o-m-e”! He continued to wail these alternating phrases clear through the check out process and out to the car. We could hear his little voice getting weaker and weaker as they walked to the car, until it disappeared with the sound of the car door slamming. My friend and I were laughing so hard our sides hurt. We both agreed that that boy had the right idea. Now whenever we are tired, or frustrated and want to go home we fake wail “I want to go h-o-m-e. I want to be g-o-o-d” it always makes us laugh and we always feel better.
Enjoy your reading and take care of yourself, you deserve it.
Little Trunko provides full service whimpering; if wailing is required, see Little Babbo. Both are conveniently pocket-sized (well, at least your pocket sized).
Thanks for good wishes and the story – I think it is the start of a new AmeliaJake tradition.