June Bugs In March

The June Bugs came early this year as has every thing.  Nothing is doing what it is supposed to be doing according to my memory calendar.

When I was a child (and I didn't grow up to be a serial killer) I captured June bugs.  I tied strings on their legs and let them fly while I held the string.  The bugs were released after play time, usually unharmed.

This pass time was such a thrill, I passed down that tradition to my children and to my grandchildren.  March the June bugs emerged extremely early.

The joy of the bug kingdom is passed to another generation.  The same way it was passed to me.  One feed sack string, one June bug, and lots of fun and learning.  Aunt Marcy passed the experience to Zander this week and it was a roaring, uh, buzzing, success.

Absent-Minded...

is my A to Z challenge word.  I may have signed up but I really don't remember so I'm flying here by the seat of my pants.  If someone sees my name on the list, please let me know.  I'll meet my obligations in a timely, though ABSENT-minded manner.

So today, just in case, I did sign up, absent-minded is my word.  I'm really in trouble!

A is also for Ants!

The Newest Member

is ever vigilant

always alert

much like his mom

rarely poses for photos

Yep, I say he has Ki's genes

but his natural bob tail is longer.

Hacking Without Horehound

Well, I guess yesterday was not hot flashes.  I seem to have captured Hubby's hacking cough and whatever malady he found last week.  He had deep body coughs, running an erratic fever since he saw his doctor.  He was dosed with antibiotic, codeine cough syrup and warnings that he needed to install his pace maker soon.

I had no sympathy since he groaned dramatically with each cough and held his sides as if he were dying.  Karma has chosen to bless me with the same ailment.

I tried his codeine, I tried peppermint, salt water, elevated my head in bed but to no avail. I remembered I was gifted with Horehound Candy last winter.  About one am I searched to find my miracle candy.

To those who think I am just talking dirty go here to discover the truth about Horehound Candy.  It has been a much used item in my lifetime.  We grew Horehound herbs and had a recipe using molasses to make our own medicinal candy.

Like most medicine, it doesn't woo you with its taste. I don't mind it at all.  In fact, it is sometimes my recreational drug (just as a candy, it has no wow factors) since I have acquired a taste for horehound candy.  In my immediate family, we are split down the middle.  Half would not take it if they were dying and the other half swears by it. 

Horehound stops a bronchial cough, not just a sore throat cough. 

So here I am up with very little sleep preparing to be shop keep for the family today, armed with Horehound Candy and lots of fluids...and cursing this new blogger format that blue circles with each word I type...If it doesn't improve, I fear blogging will not be the joy it once was for me.

Hot Flashes and Hellgrammites

I don't know if it's this freaky weather or my lone ovary talking to me.  Hot one minute, cold the next.  The rest of the baby factory was disassembled pre-1988 but doc said the lonely one would do it's work.  Could also be something else, anyway, it's not any fun.

My mind is as jumpy as my temperature.  I thought hot flashes, then I thought Hellgrammites  That took me to childhood hunting for fish bait.  Strange how things process in this old hard drive I call my brain.  I said it twice, hot flashes and hellgrammites and it sounded good...thus the birth of this post.

When it was too dry to dig for earth worms, we hunted hellgrammites.  Now, these babies, exactly what they are, can bite. They are larvae. They kinda roll with the current of a stream.  Dad would place a screen at a good point in the creek.  It was our job to stir the hellgrammites.

When they caught on the screen, we removed them to some container.  This was the fun part for Dad (I blame him for my orneriness). We girls got to pick them.  With lots of ouching and squealing we tried not to get bitten.  Dad stood by with his blue Irish eyes twinkling ever ready with instructions on how to catch them without the bite.

We left the hunt soaked from jumping and splashing in the shallow stream while catching these little monsters.  I suspect Dad was a little tired from laughing. Our fish bait was now ready to magically turn into dinner. 

We always had bass for supper when we had hellgrammites.  I guess that was one way Dad taught us to work for our dinner. 

For those in doubt, this is a happy memory.