Yesterday the weather changed. It does a lot of that in the Ohio River Valley. My hands and wrists began to ache, and ache and ache. I went into the kitchen and asked John or Marguerite to open our medicine repository. When we designated those shelves for possibly fatal substances we naturally had the children in mind. The children are grown and I never could reach for the muti. I used a footstool which has disappeared into the nether world. So John opened the cabinent and I pointed at a plastic bottle and said, "Please give me the blue stuff."
John and Marguerite shook with laughter. John was wandering around saying "Yonder sits the blue stuff"
and Marguerite and he were blackening my character, antecedents and mental decline."
It took far too long to direct my brilliant husband to the container with the name "Blue Stuff" blazoned across it. I took it into the living room and started putting it on my aches.
They were still laughing when I picked up a book and blocked them from my mind.
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