I haven’t been observing much this past week. That is except the inside of the toilet bowl. Too much information? I understand. I also don’t care. This is about me and I’ve been suffering inside a bubble of infected sinus cavities that are putting helacious pressure on my brain, eye sockets, and upper teeth. And in addition to the allergy-induced death spiral, I had some kind of food poisoning illness going on.

My friends and co-workers have been very kind and gracious but I wonder why people think to ask someone who is in total misery if they “have taken any medicine.” No, I decided to leave the Tylenol, Advil, Benadryl, Zyrtec, and assortment of other OTC aides I have stockpiled in my drawer behind and fight it out on my own. Of course I took pills! I also am drinking fluids, resting, and all the other crap that anybody over the age of six knows to do when you’re sick. Sometimes it just doesn’t matter. Sometimes nature needs to take you through the ringer and remind you that you are mortal and that anything could happen. Anytime. It’s out of our control.

So, I’m slowly getting back to being normal. Slowly. I had more than soup today and so far so good. And because I’d like to leave on a positive note, here’s to losing seven pounds in four days. Now only 93 more to go. It’s a start.

I’m dog sitting this weekend. So now I’m off to watch that cutie pie Chris Pine as Captain Kirk in Star Trek on my new ginormous TV. Grendel’s BFF, Elwood likes to stare at me so I’m kind of glad they are both sleeping now. He’s an awesome dog and I swear he understands English. I just wish he wouldn’t stare at me.

Have a healthy week. And don’t forget to drink water, eat veggies, exercise, and call your mom once in awhile. Or not. Whatever.

My friend Bob, a wise and generous man, told me a story the other day about how Mother’s Day came about. I’d like to share that with you. I took this off the Web site the Holiday Spot.

In the United States, Mother’s Day was first suggested after the American Civil War by social activist Julia Ward Howe. Howe (who wrote the words to the Battle hymn of the Republic) was horrified by the carnage of the Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War and so, in 1870, she tried to issue a manifesto for peace at international peace conferences in London and Paris (it was much like the later Mother’s Day Peace Proclamation).

It should be well to remember that Howe’s idea was influenced by Ann Marie Reeves Jarvis, a young Appalachian homemaker who, starting in 1858, had attempted to improve sanitation through what she called “Mothers Friendship Day”. In the 1900’s, at a time when most women devoted their time solely on their family and homes, Jarvis was working to assist in the healing of the nation after the Civil War. She organized women throughout the Civil War to work for better sanitary conditions for both sides and in 1868 she began work to reconcile Union and Confederate neighbors. Ann was instrumental in saving thousands of lives by teaching women in her Mothers Friendship Clubs the basics of nursing and sanitation which she had learned from her famous physician brother James Reeves, M.D. In parts of the United States it was customary to plant tomatoes outdoors after Mother’s Work Days (and not before).

It was Jarvis’ daughter, Anna Jarvis, who finally succeeded in introducing Mother’s Day in the sense as we celebrate it today. Anna decided to dedicate her life to her mother’s cause and to establish Mother’s Day to “honor mothers, living and dead.” She started the campaign to establish a national Mother’s Day. With her friends, she started a letter-writing campaign to urge ministers, businessmen, and congressmen in declaring a national Mother’s Day holiday. She hoped Mother’s Day would increase respect for parents and strengthen family bonds.

So on this Mother’s Day I say, “Mom, you are the best. I love you. Happy Mother’s Day.” And since no one says it better than God, here’s to you Mom.

 Proverbs 31:26-29

She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.

Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:

Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.

 And just for fun, here’s a song that says it all.

Usually spring doesn’t thrill me. The temperature is inconsistent, the weather is so-so, and my allergies cause my sinuses to inflame so much I want to rip my head off. But then there are times it’s refreshing. To get out of the house and be warm, to see the blossoming of flowers and trees, to feel the grass under my toes. That part is what I like.

Every spring I get flowers and plant them on my deck. I like the variety of colors decorating my house. Unfortunately my neighbors and I play host to a bunch of squirrels. I remember now writing about squirrels last spring and how I used to let the cats out to go chase them (cat vs. squirrel). But the other week my neighbor told me they got this owl for their deck that was supposed to keep the squirrels away.

I got really excited about this and went out to Home Depot to get me one. After filling the menacing plastic owl with rocks, I placed it on the deck railing. My other neighbors have done the same. So now three homes in a row (townhouses next to each other) all have plastic owls staring menacingly out the back. The people living across the common ground must think we are a bunch of trailer-park wannabees or part of some yard-sale-gone-mad cult.

All I know is that since Mr. Owl has been keeping a keen eye out, not one squirrel has been “spotted.” In fact, we’ve actually attracted a real owl. Yesterday my neighbor—who calls his Owl Greg—told me that “Greg got himself a real girlfriend.” Great for keeping squirrels away, but now my cat—who likes to dart out the door and then lounge on the next door neighbor’s deck—is potential dinner for Greg’s girlfriend.

Ahhh, the joys of spring. I wonder what I’ll learn next about plastic decoys and wildlife.