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I'm walking a bit better now, though my mother caught sight of the blisters on my feet from walking all over tarnation (is that a word? I don't think I've ever seen it spelled out!) with the wrong shoes on and shot me a sympathetic look. I had to go clean the church with Wendy. However, after cleaning one building, my poor sister came out to the main room, assumed the fetal position on the floor, turned deathly green and tried to stop her stomach from convulsing. I quickly finished up and on the way home, I stopped in the store to find a particular medicine that we use that stops that type of thing and you can take it every 30 minutes until your symptoms go away. While Wendy was searching for the medicine, she directed me to go pick up some vanilla ice cream. It took me a minute before I realized why, because we don't usually buy ice cream. Then I remembered - we'd brought home half of an apple pie and a whole blueberry pie from the church, along with our usual loaves of bread. Wendy was trying to be nice to Daddy by bringing home his favourite pie and remembering to pair ice cream with it too!
The funniest part - we walked into the house and Mom was exercising, but told us to go ahead and take it all back to show my dad. When we walked back to the office, told him to close his eyes and came in to suprise him, he opened his eyes, saw the ice cream and pies and had to laugh. He'd already been out to the store while we were gone to pick up ice cream for Momma because she had a craving! I walked back out, laughing and mockingly acted disappointed when I told Mom he'd already gotten ice cream tonight. She said, "Yes, I know, but I didn't want to disappoint you until you'd had fun with your suprise. Still, it was a sweet thought!" My mommy can be so considerate sometimes! She loves to have fun with us too!
I need to remember to talk to my parents about our van. Driving to the church, the van was veering so much to the right and, at times, feeling like I was driving on ice when it was a perfectly dry, clear night, that I pulled over as soon as possible to check for flat tires. I really wished I had found one. Our tires are going to have to be replaced, at least in front, before we drive to Texas in 3 weeks. The struts need to be replaced too. It was as I feared, though. No flat tires, just scary handling. I'd rather have a flat tire that could be fixed than have a vehicle that wouldn't drive properly! Especially considering that, driving to the church, there are NO street lights really anywhere and the painted lines on the road are GONE. Absolutely, completely GONE. Thank you, treehuggers who insist on "environmentally sound" traction being spread in the winter for ice. Whatever happened to good ol' salt?! If we had salt, it would melt off eventually, but this lava rock stuff is BAD. It merely acts as an exfoliant for the roads, rubbing them smooth and rubbing off all paint. I shall be glad to leave this place. (Well, the place itself, not the people. *sniffle*)
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