Out Ioway

My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of Heaven and earth,
He will not let your foot slip-
He who watches over you will not slumber.
-Psalms 121:2,3

 
The ProgenyArdithSharonJasonDerek

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

More snow on the way!

No, we are not speaking of Ma's penchant for...*ahem*.....exaggeration. The original 1-2 inch forecast has been upgraded to 2-4. Seems the weather is heading further south, giving us a better chance at snow. AND, come Saturday/Sunday, another system, with capacity for "significant" precipitation is in the offing. We shall see. Depending on the wind, we may not be able to see.

In other news, Melinda went in for her 6-month asthma check-up this afternoon. We could not get our usual beloved family doctor, since he is moving to another state :-( In fact, he was packing up his books and things, so we got a chance to say goodbye. There will never be another doc like Doctor R. He even enjoys mowing the lawn! I mean, what's not to love?

But getting back to Melinda, the nurse practitioner whom we saw suggested a pulmonary function test, which amazingly enough, a doctor never ordered before prescribing her steroidal medicine. (a-nother doc, I really couldn't say if he mows his own lawn, or not....)

And, upon observing drainage in her throat (isn't this fun? are you eating, perchance?) the NP prescribed a histamine. So, armed with samples of Zyrtec, Melinda and I proceeded to the grocery store where we picked up the stuff I'd forgotten on the last shopping trip, as well as thumbed our noses at the store's over-priced trees.

Which reminds me, Loren brought home a LOVELY Balsam fir from Menard's, yesterday, for almost half the cost of the designer ones from the cheapo grocery store.

You done good! O Hubby of Wonder :-) (he also replaced my crippled mouse, so maybe I'll wait awhile to report that my sound isn't working....)
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Welp....that's all the exciting news for today. Tune in tomorrow, when I hope to have a picture posted of really lazy pigeons. Until then, I leave you with this ancient Irish blessing:

May the doc rise to meet you,
May your phlegm be always on the wain,
And may the wheeze, be never in your back.

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