Hi G-Fans!
Well, due to so many factors last night I failed to mention another piece of drama that was unfolding amidst teenage formal social events, rescue missions and the like, Raphael was shaking his head every two minutes and threw up his entire dinner. Yes... spew, heave, retch, gag, puke, purge, hurl, barf, upchuck, ralph, technicolor cookies, etc.. When the concierge took him under the light to look at him more closely she saw his eye was swollen on the same side as the ear that seemed to be bothersome. She decided Benadryl was in order.
Guess who slept through the night and looked normal only after twenty minutes or so of taking the pills as well as decreased head shaking over the next hour.... that's right, Raphael.
Benadryl is amazing!
Now the reason it came to mind for me to write tonight about that was that while we were on our bog walk Bertie hurled. It was before dinner so nothing was in it other than the grass he grabbed on the tail-end of our walk. But it got me to thinking as I do much of the time. Harry barfed Thursday, Raphael on Friday, Bertie today.... coincidence? Do you believe in coincidence? Or a preordained order of things to be with some leeway in choices....? Is coincidence something that actually exists?
What do you think?
I shall leave you pondering as I listen to the rain pelting down on the windows. Post thunder and lightning. Post a lot of impressive thunder and lightning and rain.
TTFN!
-G
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| Apple Blossoms... |
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| More apple blossoms. |
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| The weeping peach tree blossoms.... |
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| A sea of pink.... |
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| And Tessa looking away from the apple trees.... Bertie looking on...... |
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