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 early and took some Ibuprofen. Next morning I was better and we managed to have the funeral without incident. Then home for work and the flu like symptoms came back. After a consult with the ER physician, I was told to take Doxycycline. All week I continued to have the flushed, flu-like symptoms but they waxed and waned. I determined to take the boys on to their summer Florida trip despite the flushed, bad feeling days and coldness. The next few weeks became something of a series of unfortunate events. I had to wait to see Dr. G. Then the ID doctor wasn't in town and I had to wait again. Over all this period, nothing happened quickly. When I finally got to see Dr. S, mostly I got platitudes and, from his nurse, some sympathy. Move ahead 2 weeks that it took to get the additional lab work and CT, and he tells me I just have to get over it. I'm still getting over it but I think I eventually will be able to. I believe this because I've continued to attempt to train for the Marine Corps Marathon. For some reason I just won't quit on it. Now I have just a month and a week left to train. I'll either make it or fail in the trying.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...