Tom left a comment on my last chapter asking me to accelerate the story. Just like a man! They don’t like to wait. Tough, Tom. I’m telling it as it comes to me and that’s one chapter (part) a week. You’ll just have to find other reading material for the rest of the seven days.
You distracted me, Tom. I’ll have to remember where I was now.
Oh, yes. I was in the house and everything was working. Even though I was on thyroid medication, I was still feeling pretty washed out.
I started adding vitamins and other “miracle” potions to my regimen. For a few months, I spent my hard earned money on a mixture containing colloidal vitamins and minerals. The stuff tasted nasty but I tried to believe it was doing me good. After spending a good-sized chunk, I had to admit to myself that I really wasn’t feeling enough better to justify the cost so I quit.
One day, I was at the university supermarket and, as usual, I was shopping the vitamin/mineral/herb aisle for a magic potion. I found some liquid vitamins that promised everything but the moon so I invested. It was even worse than the other stuff but I stuck with it. Something that tasted that bad had to be good for a person.
I worked my way up to taking 13 different pills at one time, every single day. I had a large pill organizer packed full. The calcium horse pills were so huge I got one stuck sideways in my throat one morning and thought I was going to have to go to the emergency room to get it out. I don’t give up easily, though, and managed to get it dislodged with nothing other than cornbread and milk.
I never totaled the cost of these pills and nostrums but I spent a small fortune on them over the years. Nothing was bettered by it except the bank accounts of the ones selling them. I had very expensive body waste.
Christmas was coming and I had big plans for the first one in my house. DD flew in, as usual, and I invited both DS1 & 2, my DILs and my granddaughter. We were going to have a feast like no other and I was going to make most of it. DIL1 would bring a pie and DIL2 would make her green bean casserole.
Since Christmas was on Sabbath, we decided to celebrate on Sunday. I was up until all hours of Saturday night baking and boiling. I’d leave the frying until the next day. Next morning, I was up bright and early and started in again. Everything had to be perfect. DD had decorated the tree that stood in the empty dining room. It was beautiful. Twinkle was fascinated. She roamed among the gifts and we had to watch to make sure she didn’t destroy the ornaments.
The families arrived with presents to put under the tree and I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the meal. It would have to be buffet style because the only table I had was the built in one in the kitchen. We crowded the plates onto it and placed the chairs and piano bench so we could all fit. My granddaughter was going to sit on her mother’s lap.
My intemperance of the night before and of the current day took its toll and I had a major meltdown. I was almost to the point of screaming but I managed to only break down in tears and sob out my frustrations. After I’d had my fit and a temper tantrum or two, DD hugged me and calmed me down and we went on with the celebration. I apologized to everyone present (I should probably have apologized to the neighbors, too) and was told to think nothing of it. At least they were being nice about it.
We had our Christmas dinner, elbow to elbow. There were six adults and one child around a table made for three. At the end, I was thankful for the dishwasher I hadn’t had since I’d moved from Alabama.
Moving into the living room, we all had to sit on straight back chairs. I didn’t have anything else in there except for an exercise machine that I used, more or less, faithfully. My granddaughter was “Santa” and passed out the gifts. DD would read the names for her since she was only four years old.
There was one very large package for DS1 from DS2. I had no idea what it was and was rather shocked when it was unwrapped and there was a chainsaw in all its glory. My mind went back to a Christmas years before when I was the one gifting DH with a chainsaw and the resulting day spent at the hospital with DS1 in the emergency room getting patched up. Of course, I had to bring it up. Both sons assured me there wouldn’t be a repeat. There wasn’t.
The rest of the day passed peacefully and everyone except DD and I piled into the vehicles and went home. I was almost to the point of total exhaustion and thankful the day was over.
Now we had Y2K coming. I’d given the two families their windup radios and I had mine. The fireplace was empty but I knew we could go next door for warmth if we needed to. For a short power outage, I had flashlights, extra batteries and candles and for emergencies, there were the bandaids. Bring it on!
Years before I’d learned there was no reason to go to DS2’s to celebrate his birthday on New Year’s Day. He was usually up late the night before and wasn’t too sociable the next day. Not planning anything special in the face of disaster left DD and me free to relax. I turned the TV on and we watched the fireworks and people welcoming the new year as it came in around the world. I turned the TV off before sundown. I kept expecting something to happen but it never did. Y2K was a non-event. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember if I stayed up until midnight to see the new year in. Next day was church so I probably didn’t.
At any rate, January 1 came in with everything still working. I turned the thermostat up and the furnace kicked on. The kitchen was lit up when I flipped the switch and I was able to make my morning cuppa tea with real boiling water. My computer booted up normally and nothing went haywire.
If anything was said about Y2K after that, the reason for no disaster was that everyone was so well prepared. I’m not in a position to judge. Maybe that’s true. If it is, then why all the hoo-rah, anyway? Was it a gimmick to get people to buy batteries and candles? Beats me. Did it better the economy? I have no idea.
It was time for DD to go back to the West Coast. Her time at home had come to an end. We loaded up the little Honda and set out.