Megan, my stepdaughter, who had left for work early, rang me to say she was feeling ill and asked if I could pick her up. Of course I dutifully applied myself and arrived at the Hyperdome a short time later catching my first glimpse of the woebegone waif crumpled on the footpath, pale as the morning dew, waiting for her salvation.
As I pulled up and she staggered in a painful motion to the car I asked her if she was alright and had she been sick again. She replied that she hadn’t been sick since she was at work but still wasn’t feeling well. I made a crude and perhaps unnecessary aside, in light of what was about to come that any vomiting in my car would require the vomitee to clean it up! Of course I was joking but no sooner had I flitted out of the car park and then stopped at the lights ready to turn for home did the poor girl have an extended bout of regurgitation which appeared to be mainly fluid. I could do nought but wait at the lights and assure her that it was okay and offer my support. The lights turned green and I was able to pull over and she was free to open the door and take in some fresh air.
Of course at times like this getting angry is out of the question. I was much more concerned for her welfare than my car and once she assured me she was good to go we scrambled our way home as swiftly as the law allows. She was quickly in the shower and ensconced in bed and a quick check has found her on the phone to her mother relaying events and feeling and looking a little better than she did half an hour or so ago.
There was very little to do when I checked my car. A little bit of vomit on the floor and mat but nothing that required too much work. I’ve left windows down to let any lingering odour drift away while keeping an eye out for today’s forecast showers. And that, apart from watching the repetitive reports coming in from Boston where an apparent bomb attack on the Boston Marathon has caused considerable injury and loss of life, has been my morning.
Alas, things are unlikely to get any more exciting in this little hollow away from the rest of the world and so I will go about my business and let you go about yours and hope that the ebb and flow of life is not too severe wherever you are and please take the time to think of that great city of Boston and it’s denizens who are suffering today along with all those killed in bomb blasts in Iraq and other parts of the world overnight.
This big blue ball of ours is a beautiful yet tawdry place. Have a nice day.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 