Run for your life

I can still run...not like in my dreams where I am slow to take off but then soar above the ground only landing every ten or so steps to kick off airborne again.

I run slow like an old lady...but faster than a bunch of angry Paper Wasps/Hornets.  The Internet tells me that a person cannot outrun them...well maybe not everyone...but then again I am not everyone.

It all began after a trip to town for Far Guys Pulmonary Therapy.  A few months ago I bought some stuff called Wet and Forget. it is a moss, mildew and stain remover good for wood or stone. It was there in the garage saying "Remember this project?"  I mixed up a batch to try on a section of patio brick... my sprayer is wonky...but I got it to half ass work.

THEN I decided to go and get the cedar deck and steps out back...on the north side of the house the steps used to look beautiful but now they are looking mossy and dark...I went up the steps and took my wand and flicked a few dead leaves off the deck when I heard buzzing, I was attacked and stung.  I couldn't believe it.  I took off at warp old lady speed with many wasps/hornets chasing me.  Did you know the first one that stings you marks you with something so the other  wasps/hornets can quickly find you?

I dropped my sprayer just outside the front door and went inside and announced very loudly BEES!"

My husband heard "GEES"  he said Gees what?   What ?  BEES!  I was stung.  You were stung?  YES.

He fumbled getting my epi pen but quickly recovered and got me a bag of ice and stabbed me in the leg with the epi pen.   Sometimes I need an extra shot...but I made it by with one and a Benadryl ...which proceeded to make me sleepy.  "You are going to go to sleep aren't you?"  yes...

It was reported that I was cooperative during part of the long sleep by snoring...the rest of the time he had to check my breathing.

Luckily this time I was only stung once on the outer side of my wrist.  It was very painful...the ice helped and I took Aleve.  After my long sleep the swelling is more up and down my arm versus one spot. My right thigh is almost as sore those epi pen needles are pretty big.

I have been allergic to bees since I opened honey bee hives when I was about three years old.

I had a severe reaction to wasps/hornets back in the early 1980's where my tongue swelled so big I had to hang it out of my mouth to breathe...that time I required many many shots and caused quite a stir in the ER in Fargo.

All is well that ends well...although I did have some other things planned for the afternoon other than a long nap.

Lesson learned never be too far from the epi pens.

Far Guy reports that he has sprayed the wasp nest.

Far Side

Dangers While Mowing

Sure there are the normal dangers; rocks, twigs and PI ( Poison Ivy) and trees to watch out for.

I never dreamt that I would encounter a deer like I did yesterday.  I was tootling along, I am finally getting the hang of that hydrostatic drive that some man invented where I have to push in the pedal  to move forward…there is some fancy crap you have to do to go backwards…turn the key a certain way and push a button and then press some other pedal…I hardly ever back up anyways.  I usually just get off and push it backwards.

Anyways I was tootling along minding my own mowing business and a deer came out of nowhere and jumped over me and the mower.  Talk about a scary experience…good thing she or he was a good jumper.

Last evening we went for a ride…saw this one..it might have been her?

Was it you? 

So now I will warn everyone look out for deer when you are mowing, they cannot be trusted…luckily I am unscathed and it was a good thing I went to the bathroom before I began mowing.

A Wild Ride

Our youngest daughter is married to a "big kid". She often says she has three boys, one is just way bigger than the other two. This must be Andy's year for wheels, he got a unicycle for Christmas, and a Harley Davidson in April, a new Tahoe in May and a bicycle built for two..yesterday. Wheels...they make this "big kid" smile.
Noah was game for a spin with his Dad. I went out to take photographs..Jen was not going to go for a ride..Adam and Far Guy both said "Not today" ..bummer..the excitement of new wheels ..should be shared. Far Guy suggest that I go..what the heck..I was picturing a leisurely ride, and started singing my off key rendition of Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer please..Andrew took over in perfect pitch as he pedaled faster and faster... I'm half crazy...

Gone was the perfect photograph in my head, long billowing skirts, the beautiful flower adorned hat with the flowing ribbons, the breeze playing gently on my face. I was hanging on for dear life..we accelerated to speeds that would have been record setting if we had been in the Tour De France. Trees were flashing by so fast that they became a blur..briefly I thought about the Obit...Area resident, killed when she met a tree..then even worse.. Just an accident report..Victim was just skinned up over ninety percent of her body, but lives..unfortunately. I should have insisted on a helmet, and RULES before I ventured anywhere with my Son In Law on his Bicycle built for two. He did deliver me back home safe and sound..well safe anyway..Far Guy said "Wow what a ride..why didn't you use the brakes?" What brakes..there were none on my handlebars? Think old bike..the brakes are applied by pedaling backwards..I was a kid so long ago I had forgotten:)