In July, we went camping at David Crockett State Park near Lawrenceburg. Bev and I took David for a camping trip despite the threat of rain. Max preferred to stay home. We got set up just in time for the rain to begin. We received inches, and inches of rain. Between showers, we did a bit of hiking. But Thursday, we got word that Granny Johnson was fading fast, so we packed up our gear and headed for Cullman. Little did I know I'd picked up a few hitchhikers. Thursday night, I discovered the first 2 ticks attached at my waist band. I got up and removed them and got David out of bed to recheck him for the same. We took the camper home the next morning and Bev drove back to Cullman. Saturday morning, Granny J. expired. That evening Sara came home accompanied by 2 of her friends and while we were dining out, I discovered another tick, this one behind my knee. Sunday morning we drove up to be there for Granny's viewing. By late that evening I felt like I had the flu. I took to bed e
“Life’s under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it’s no worse than it is.” ~ Margaret Mitchell