My house.
Last night.
Four out of a possible seven members of the Write Away writing group met for an evening of total non-writing related conversation.
They spoiled me with gifts to assist me with my list of 101 things to do in 1001 days:- an assortment of teas - #80,
- two books - #40 and a
- National Geographic Digital Photography Magazine - #6
It was 9:30 pm - we had just finished chowing down a raspberry cake with whipped cream - when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mrs. O? This is Adam."
"Hi Adam, what can I do for you?"
"Uh. Well. Drew is OK. But we called an ambulance. And they said he should go to the hospital. So, they wondered if you wanted to meet them there. Or meet them part way there. Or would you rather take him there yourself?"
"What happened?"
"Oh, he's had an allergic reaction to something in the field. He's got hives. And his throat was bothering him..."
I drove out to the farm where the youth were having their BBQ and egg toss event. It was a circus.
Drew was not the only kid suffering from acute hayfever. Oh my goodness. The congestion. The itchy watery eyes. The kleenex balls...
Large doses of Benadryl were handed out and the party ended shortly thereafter.
I took Drew home. Made him take a very long shower and drink lots and lots of water to flush out his system.
The older kids went out to Adam's to play an hour or two of Nintendo.
I resumed visiting with my writerly friends.
At 2:00 am when the last of my artsy comrades had left, I tried to track down Clint, Max and Zac. No one was answering their cell phones, so I prayed, grabbed one of my new books and got comfy in my clean room. At 3:20 Clint called, "Mom? Yeah, uh Sorry...."
"Where are you?"
"At Adam's. We played Nintendo for about an hour and then we all fell asleep sitting up on the couches. We're on our way home now."
Benadryl -
makes boys sleepy. Very sleepy.
Just another day in the life...
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