Crick

In my vocation, Sunday afternoon is like a miniature end of Advent-Christmas or end of Lent-Holy Week-Easter Day. Time for a nap. Unfortunately, and for my first time ever, last Sunday’s nap ended with a crick in the neck.

First ever crick in the neck. Despite minor pain meds it has not abated. Not in the least. Can any good come of a crick in the neck? That is the question.

Going on line with “crick in the neck” yields 905,000 results in 0.08 second. Probably should get busy reading.

This morning’s thunderstorm is a surprise. On radar it’s a tiny spot that can’t last long, but there’s more out there. Jeremy and his brother Tim took J’s kayak out in the bay yesterday, intending to go again this morning. Tim and Lizzie are from England, Tim works in London. We love having everyone. Tass, Jeremy, Caroline, Charlotte, Tim and Lizzie are here for a few days, leaving this afternoon and stopping at Marianna Caverns on the way home to Tallahassee. Saturday, Tim and Lizzie are flying to Chicago to visit a few days. Chicago? Exploring the USA slowly summer by summer, my destination would be San Francisco or Seattle. Or the Grand Canyon. Chicago? But they do have tickets for a Cubs/White Sox game. Then home to England where baseball is not played.

Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie, and Chevrolet.

When the little girls are here Linda cooks bacon for them. We don’t eat bacon here and they never eat bacon at home, so breakfast at Nana’s house is a treat. Caroline (8) and Charlotte (6) go to Holy Comforter Episcopal School in Tallahassee. Spring a year ago, riding home from the last day of school to start summer vacation, they cried. Yes, cried.

When family are here, Linda cooks a big supper. Tuesday evening it was two kinds of spareribs and a dozen different BBQ sauces, cole slaw, Nana’s special potato salad, and lemon icebox pie with a glop of whipped cream. Wednesday, cioppino loaded with shrimp, grouper, crab meat, on rice, pasta salad with avocado and cherry tomatoes, pineapple upside-down cake with vanilla ice cream. Today, fried chicken.

Fortunately, the crick in the neck hurts too much to get on my bathroom scale and look down at the number. So, the answer is yes.