If It Seems Too Good...

Well the rainy day I enjoyed so much turned out to be a mixed blessing. Tara woke up the next day with a bit of a sniffle, and she of course blamed Luke the Labrador, even though he was bone dry when I brought him in. Not so when I took him out of the house - he was immediately covered in mud.

We all were. The weather put us behind on our picking for the day, so Tara had to come out and lend a hand. She was NOT happy - I swear she doubled up on her sniffles to make a point. To make matters worse, Luke was loving the mud so much he didn't really read Tara's mood. He'd try to nuzzle up to her while she was bent over a tough vine, but was just in her way.

I thought she was about to snap, so I tried to lighten the load. "Boy, if we'd just had kids when we first got married, they'd be out here helping!" I thought we'd just accepted that kids weren't part of God's plan for us, but I guess it's still a raw spot for her. She just quietly went back into the house. I didn't argue.

When I came in for lunch, she was really hacking up a lung. Her sniffles had morphed into something truly frightening. I drove her into Doc's clinic, and he thinks it might be a pneumonia. Caught early enough that he'll be able to fight it off soon, but still. She can't leave bed tomorrow. One of the biggest Market Days of the Season.

Usually I'd ask our neighbor, Stu, to lend a hand, but he's got a booth at the Organics Expo in the city. Which means I'll have to ask his wife. His young wife. His wife who's very...well, Tara won't be too thrilled about that, either. After such a nice afternoon in, it seems like everything is going wrong. Well, you know what they say. When it rains...