Monday, July 4, 2011
Hazy, Hot & Humid
It's been almost three weeks since my last post. Those of you who are kind enough to drop by might think I've disappeared from the face of the earth. But the truth is, I've had nothing worthwhile to write about. No one's ticked me off lately, well they have but they aren't blog-worthy or even worthy of a rare vent-post.
However, today's post comes from an email the other day to my good friend and fellow blogger, Se'Lah over at NECESSARY ROOM, about my current and extremely annoying bout with poison ivy.
Borrowing late President Nixon's fave line, "I want to make this perfectly clear," by merely mentioning the words, "poison ivy," I can come down with this annoying and itching malady within a matter of minutes.
I've told my husband this on numerous occasions.
The other day he was wrestling a lone, tenacious poison ivy vine that had taken up residence amongst the branches of a large azalea and he needed me to hold the vine. For one split nanosecond I almost said no, only because of my previous comment above. But then thought, if I wear gloves and be careful not to let the vine brush up against me, I should be fine. I'm sure you see where this is going.
After we evicted the ubiquitous upstart, I went inside and immediately washed both my arms with hot water and plenty of soap. I thought I was safe.
Again, all I have to say is, "poison ivy," and . . . well, you get the picture.
For more than a week now both arms have been itching like mad! I've tried Benadryl tablets, extra strength Benadryl ointmet, IvyRest, straight rubbing alcohol from the bottle (no, not to drink!), a mixture of apple cider vinegar, alcohol and peppermint drops, as well as a mixture of apple cider vinegar and alcohol (again, I didn't drink it!) I found in a book on vinegar. All of which have done nothing to help with either the itch or drying up the rash.
Unfortunately, I live in a rural area where poison ivy runs rampant! Not just in our field but everywhere. What I find mind-bloggling is I do a lot of hiking and never catch it. One five minute trip to my backyard, where the grass is a controlled field, and I've got the worse case I've ever had!
Summer is my least favorite season for not just the poison ivy, but for ticks, and the hazy, hot and humid weather that turns me into a slug, worse than a couch potato. Really. Soon Fall will be here bringing cooler temps and I'll be happy again. Right now, it can't get here soon enough.
Now I'm off to sit in front of my oscillating fan with a good book by Debbie Macomber. I told you I turned into a slug with this kind of weather.
Happy 4th of July to all you who celebrate this holiday.