I didn’t think I got reactions from poison ivy. Now I know, I do.
On Friday, I went out into our newly fenced yard and started pulling up the poison ivy from our yard, as Eleanor is soon to be turned loose in the natural habitat. I don’t want her coming in to the house covered with poison ivy oils. I don’t want her passing them on to the baby as she rolls on the ground with her, which she does at least thrice daily. The crunchy death weed had to go.
I got most of it pulled up, and I wore a glove and washed vigorously afterwards, but the inside of my right elbow has a few watery blisters that itch like crazy. The itching and bumps didn’t show up till about 3 days later. Is that normal? Oh, well. Now I realize I am NOT immune as I once thought. I have to kill the weed chemically, I guess, from now on.
It’s a mad dash into the long weekend. I am very much looking forward to our road trip to see my sister and the in-laws. I haven’t been to my sister’s house in AGES! I can’t wait to see what she has done in her house. She’s remodeled the kitchen and wall papered and bought new furniture and on and on.
My nephew is graduating from high school. My husband is very interested in giving him a 2008 ALMANAC, just in case the internet is broken some day. I think a teenage boy only wants one thing, but he’ll settle for money. Almanac is way down on the teen wish list. I think socks and underwear are more desirable. Hey, but gift giving has always been about what the giver wants to say and not what the recipient wants to receive, right? Can I get an AMEN?
Man, this itching is making me cranky…