Apparently, I made a couple of people cry with my story about the baby mouse, so I’ve actually been a bit hesitant to report that the Thursday before Easter our last ferret, Chip, passed away. Instead of making everyone sad about her passing, I am instead going to share a bit about her 7-year life. Chip had […]
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If you are as lucky as me, your stepkids will grow up and still want to come see you during holidays like Easter. Our Easter started yesterday when all four of the kids showed up, along with Brian, Willi’s husband. We weren’t expecting Holly to show up from Montana but Becky donated her frequent flyer miles so
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One evening recently I went to the bottom of my basement stairs to move some laundry when I found a baby mouse on the floor. Now, you might wonder, as I did, why there was a baby mouse on the floor, but that was only after I wondered if he was alive. I called Mark,
On day 8 I took the last of my aspirin with breakfast to try to reduce my puffy hands, elbows and feet. Mark was also out of aspirin. We weren’t concerned, though, because we’d be in Manaus in a few hours and could get some more. If only that had turned out to be true. We loaded our luggage into
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Day 8 started out sunny and clear, which made for a hot day on the river. I took covering up to a new level. After a good breakfast with two aspirin on the side for my puffy hands and feet, we went upstream and started fishing. Prato pointed to a tight spot between two logs and I
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Day 7 began with a brief, heavy rain which turned into light showers on and off during the day. Such is not generally good for fishing. But the fact was, Mark had the biggest fish so far and that bugged me. I went without socks today and used some of Curt’s duct tape on my feet to deal
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On Day 6 Bobby noticed I had blisters on my puffy left hand. Curt offered me some of his duct tape because Band-Aids were surely not going to stay on in the heat. I added duct tape to the list of things borrowed from the kindly Texans. As I left the dining cabin with the duct tape,
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I woke to find my left arm and left hand were both puffy, and my elbow bruised all around my boo-boo. I figured if the puffiness continued up my body my head would explode in two days. Hm. At breakfast, Bibi shared the story of a fisherman who showed up one morning unable to wrap his hands around a coffee mug with one puffy hand and had
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On the morning of Day 4 I noticed that my left hand was just a little puffed up, my elbow a little stiff, my ears sunburned. I took heart in the fact I wasn’t creaking and popped two aspirins with breakfast, which included eggs, ham, cheese and green peppers on a sesame seed bread. Quite tasty. We’re off
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Day 2 ran into Day 3 because Mark got up four times in the night due to some silly stomach upset. At 6 a.m. we dragged our sleepy selves to the dining cabin in search of Imodium, which is something we always take with us on our travels . . . until this trip. We found Curt and Bobby in
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