January 3, 2017: Sickness, Hallucinations, Stand Mixers, Cats, Bike Rides, Northern Cardinals
Androp Gerard contracted a virus that caused a limited-time burst of gastrointestinal symptoms between Christmas and New Year’s. Many members of the immediate family also had the illness, which probably was Norovirus. Since about 2009, children have been vaccinated against Rotavirus, and all three (vaccinated) grandchildren were sick.
Interesting, spatially-dissociative hallucinations were one symptom of the illness. These happened just as Androp was falling asleep (on the couch). They were incongruously pleasant. They involved a feeling of being suspended beneath large, heavy objects which were floating above. Thoughts ran along the lines, “That is weird. I am obviously dreaming.” Possibly, this is how some drugs impact some people. Being a redhead, drugs really do not impact Androp very much. Possibly more details later.
Androp got a book on the science of food, a wine glass labeled ‘Pa Pa’s Sippy Cup,’ a new stand mixer, and bike shorts for Christmas, among other things. A book review will follow later. Recall that the old stand mixer was wounded when the wife and daughter used it for making a volume of cream cheese frosting normally prepared only in commercial kitchens.
Me, looking at the new mixer as I unwrapped it, somewhat dazed, “So. The motor really was burned out on the old one, then.”
Her, “Well, no. It is fine. But the beaters keep coming out of their little holes.”
Me, “Oh. Right. **pause** Of course. That is annoying.” Confession: the beaters had never come loose on me.
Birthdays for one child and one grandchild occurred between Christmas and New Year’s. Grandma’s prune cake with brown sugar candy frosting was requested. The cake recipe was executed via use of the new stand mixer. Prune cake was viewed with skepticism by uninitiated neophytes among the dinner guests. Squeamishness was overcome by flavor, and a large volume was consumed during the first sitting.
The weather allowed for a traditional New Year’s Day bike ride, this year with new bike shorts (worn basically over pantyhose, but for men these are called “base layers”). Some cold-ish exercise resulted. In contrast, cats for whom a ‘jungle gym’ was purchased just lounged. Felines do not believe in exercise, so in that regard they are like Donald Trump.
Finally, in signs of spring, one Northern Cardinal was heard and observed singing a territorial song for the first time since last summer. Recall that the sacrifice of the unblemished goat worked to ensure days are getting long. Maybe the Cardinals have noticed.
Under New Year’s resolutions: Androp Gerard notes that change is constant, and will come at different rates across time. No need to make sweeping, dramatic decrees on any given date.