Everywhere Jessica Fletcher goes, someone is murdered. Wouldn't one think she'd stop getting all those invitations? Apparently, though, there have always been people who attract that sort of thing. At every dinner party she attends, Miss Marple can reasonably expect every single person present to have been indirectly involved in at least one murder, and at least 50% of them to require her assistance to figure out (based only on the retelling) who the true murderer was.
Is it really Thursday already? I'm still recovering from the beginning of the week. Sunday, I left an hour earlier than usual in weather I had no business being out in - especially without 4 wheel drive. Practice went reasonably well, and those of us who lived far West were excused early (really not so early, if you count that we started an hour before regular practice). The weather was very, very bad. The roads were slippery with snow, slush, and patches of black ice. O'Fallon was particularly bad, and after I got Michelle back to her house, I nearly died going off the road, and was nearly hit by an SUV who skidded at me. Then, when a semi threw a big ball of slush onto my windshield, the sound made me jump and squeak. It took several hours for the adrenaline to pass. I had walked in announcing that Josh ought to take the truck, which he did, but it had taken me so long to get home, he had to leave right away.
I woke up just before 5 to get ready for the performance. I left the house at 5:30, as planned, and picked up Michelle at 6. She was only a few minutes late. We hit traffic around St. Peters, and heard on the radio that there had been an accident in St. Charles, but we were early enough that we still made it to UMSL just after 7, and were still the first ones there. We loaded and everything, and I was following Helena.....until the truck died. Right in the middle of a busy intersection. The police officer who "helped" us move the car into a parking lot was one of the first rude policeman I've ever met. Boy was I not feeling better about standing in the 18 degree cold and causing problems for a performance. I called the other performers and Josh. The arrangement we made was that they deposited the drums they had, then came back for the drums I had in the truck, and Michelle. They all set up for the show, and Helena came and picked me up, and we basically walked in, changed our shoes, grabbed bachi and started playing. It actually wasn't a bad set, and the school was wonderful about us being 23 minutes late. Poor Helena was sick with a stomach virus, but made it until the last song on the second set.
While we were finishing up, Josh was examining the truck. It turned out to need gas. Don't laugh. At least it didn't mean a tow truck and expensive repairs! Earlier, when Eddie told us that he was going to come back for more drums, he told us we should have our performance clothes on, so Michelle and I looked around for a place to change. Nowhere was open. There were, however, signs of life at a Popeye's Chicken a few parking lots down. We walked over there, but the girl was very aggressive and wouldn't let us in, even to thaw. I recommended that we all boycott that Popeye's.....but then when Josh and Abbie and I were leaving after everything was unloaded, I got hungry. It seems that I'm unable to hold a grudge if you feed me. Besides, I love that chicken from Popeye's!!
I didn't have a chance to stretch before or after the show. I pulled my right shoulder slightly during the first song, but it didn't keep me from doing anything. When I got home, I discovered that a cramp in my right quad during the Out-in-the-Cold part of the morning made for a very weird sore muscle later. And I whacked my finger with the clave, but that was minor, too. In all, pretty not bad for a taiko performance. And kids are such a great audience.
Tuesday I requested a nice, quiet day at home. Let's see. The first half was pretty quiet, unless you count the fact that Josh snores. He slept all morning. He woke up when the phone rang and he had to go into work (yes, on his day off). And that takes care of the "at home" part, since I couldn't go to taiko, and also we couldn't have dinner at IHOP, which we had planned to do before taiko. I hadn't thawed out anything, so we had ramen and sausage for dinner. It was okay and all, but it was sadly lacking in strawberries and whipped cream.
Josh wanted to make up for it by taking me and Abbie to lunch at IHOP Wednesday. Somehow he convinced me that it would be a good plan to take the dogs to Petsmart in the same trip. I objected, but was shot down. SO! To IHOP we went with a carfull of dogs. They did very well, both on the trip and while we were eating. Then we took them to have their nails clipped, and got them some rawhide chews (they keep Callie honest). This done, we loaded up to go, but Callie poked her nose out just as I was slamming the truck door. I grabbed the door to stop it, but it was too late, and for my trouble I got my thumb closed in the door. It was very swollen for a while, but I am looking at it now and I think it's fine, mostly.
And then I caught a head cold.
It's an extra sneezy one at this point, so I don't want to go out where I can accidentally infect people. I am not personally offended in any way that I am sick yet again. I truly enjoyed those few weeks of non-illness, and it gave me the rest I needed. Winter can't last forever. I'll be fine in another couple of days (or weeks). But I might have to cancel some plans I had for tomorrow. Hmm.
By the way, if your name is Julie, you might want to try a Nutella crepe next time you are at IHOP, just in case you haven't done that yet. It has bananas in it!
Guess what! I just fixed a computer problem! ^_^ Aren't you proud? Miss Born In The Wrong Century just realized that the wireless keyboard ran out of batteries, replaced them, and reconnected the keyboard to the...um....wireless....thingy.
ACHOOOO! Meh...my ears are popping. I think I'll grab a hot cider and a box of kleenex and go snuggle in bed with some more Miss Marple short stories.
Oh, wait. I forgot. I have children.
*sigh*
I just realized! Josh has never been this long without going to Steak N' Shake since we moved back from Arizona. I wonder if maybe he's not quite well. I'm convinced that there are life threatening conditions that only "frisco sauce" can cure.
Well, at least I can get that cider. Hope you are all staying warm. Don't forget to wash hot, wash soapy, and wash often! Just say no to SICK GERMS!
Happy Thursday!
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