The last week (well, since Tuesday) I’ve felt like Death warmed over. Now, I ain’t been too far from home, so I don’t know if that is strictly an Appalachian expression, but it wouldn’t surprise me if it were. Us mountain folk love to discuss our ailments. I don’t know when that came about, but as long as I have been alive, it has been true.
It usually goes a little something like this…. You see Linda’s, Mamaw Flora at the grocery store. You go to church with Linda, so you feel you should say a hello.
“Hello there, Flora. How you today?”
“Aw, not too bad. I got the arthritis so bad in my hip I can’t hardly get up and down. Linda can’t help me none… much. She had the stomach virus this week, and Fred (Linda’s husband) has been down in his back. He’s too old to be working underground, but he can’t retire. Not right now. But, we ain’t doing too bad. Can’t complain.”
So, I’ve felt like Death warmed over, folks. I’ve had the whole sinus thing going on, and I’ve just felt plumb wiped out. John’s been off his feet because of swelling and blisters from all the hard work he’s had to do these last weeks. Winter was rough on us this year. But, we can’t complain.
This week we’ve had visitors from Princeton University who said the trip to the cabins here to talk to John and George were the highlight of their trip. I haven’t felt like keeping up with the girls, but they kept up with me. 🙂
Ivy found the dress up clothes that Deladis never bothered with, and was a Princess for two days.
Deladis had to get in on the picture taking fun without really playing dress up.
Today, we were all feeling a little better. The girls went to stay with John’s mom last night, and husband and I got some much needed sleep. The sunshine this morning lured us out to the barn and the garden plot we’ll be sharing with our friend and now neighbor, Nathan Hall, for some work. Nathan has huge ideas of the real learned variety. He has somewhat of a degree in agriculture. We’ll have a nice organic garden this year. 🙂
This morning we spread nice wet and aged poopy throughout the area where we will plant over the next few weeks. The aged poopy came from the barn, and the nice fresh stuff, Nathan brought back from some where off.
This area will be disced and more manure spread as we go along.
Soon, we will be adding more animals to the mix. We’re looking for meat goats and some larger chickens for egg laying. We did get six eggs from our house hen yesterday! Crazy! They are tiny little things too. She isn’t setting though, so they’ll be breakfast.
It’s a beautiful day, and John’s Mamaw is celebrating her 82nd by cooking her family a nice old time dinner. I’m looking forward to the rest of the weekend and being a little better than not bad. 😉
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March 21, 2010 at 2:09 am
kay
glad your on the mend. i’ve had that nasty stuff this past week also. but i can’t complain!
March 21, 2010 at 11:25 am
Patty Hall
I do enjoy reading your blog. I’m in western NC and yes, we say ‘death warmed over”. as in, I saw so n so this morning and she looked like death warmed over.” I’ve felt that way myself, had that sinus stuff all winter. It’s been bad. Kinda envy your nice garden spot, would love to feel the warm soil between my toes.
Blessings
Patty
March 21, 2010 at 2:19 pm
meorthethoughtofme
glad you’re starting to feel better. i can’t wait to see how you little farm progresses!
March 22, 2010 at 1:52 pm
angie
Hope you keep feeling better!
Oh, and when you see your friend’s friend you go to church with who works at the Piggly Wiggly, she will most certainly give you a hug right there in the store.
March 22, 2010 at 3:01 pm
IdaLee Hansel
Kelli: Your garden plot looks good. It’s hard work but rewarding, huh? I used to know a Nathan Hall. I think back then he sold insurance. Is this the Nathan Hall that is your new neighbor. He would be maybe just a “tat” younger than myself.
The girls look precious and I used to love playing “dress up” and Granny would have a fit when she would see me in her aprons and shawls.
My best to you, Idy
March 22, 2010 at 6:36 pm
Carrie
I’m sorry to hear y’all’ve been sick. JP had the flu last week as well. Oy. Nothing like a 4 yr old with 103 WITH MOTRIN to scare you to death.
I just can’t bring myself to plan our garden. We’re considering not living here by fall. There, I said it. We may have to move. I haven’t actually put it in writing anywhere yet. But Hunter tells me we have til fall most likely so I could plant a garden. It’s just hard to plan for something when I might leave it. I DID however find my crowder peas to plant! SO excited. And I saw rattlesnake pole beans at the feed store last week. Going back for some of those this week. I’m sad, relieved, stressed, worried and just ready for us to make a decision. It hurts because its our first home but we have to hang on to what’s important right now.
(Oh, and as a note from your comment on my mason jars, Hunter and I have concrete plans to set aside what we need for my pressure canner by JUNE! YAY! Then I can can my own cooked beans from dried beans and won’t have to buy canned beans again. YAY!)
March 23, 2010 at 12:11 am
Deb
Oh, yes, I’ve heard death warmed over all my life, but I did grow up in Ohio. My mom’s family were mountain people from Kentucky, so maybe that explains it?
Hope you’re still on the mend!
March 26, 2010 at 6:41 pm
Fun Mama - Deanna
Hope you’re feeling better. I grew up in middle Georgia, and I’ve heard “death warmed over” all my life too. It’s funny how many similarities there are between country folk and mountain folk who are many miles apart.
I wish I could find a good source for “poopy” for my garden too! My daddy always had the best best garden because he kept it fenced and turned the chickens loose into it every winter. They kept the pests down and left their natural fertilizer.
April 29, 2010 at 9:20 pm
D.ann
I don’t think it’s an Appalachian expression as much as it is a Southern one. I currently live in the Western Highland Rim in Tenn. and have spent my life in one Southern state or another and where there have been country people, there has been ‘death warmed over.’ Sometimes it just very aptly captures how one feels. I love the South, lol.