I have been sleeping poorly at night between Tim's coughing and my coughing. We are a pair. Last night, I went to bed and I fell asleep, and I was surprised to wake up to hear the clock chiming seven. I had slept all night. I got up and took another dose of mucinex. I was still tired, so I thought I would go back to bed until the rest of the house started waking up.
When I woke up again, it was to hear the clock chiming ten, and boy, did I feel great!
Poor Tim did not sleep hardly at all last night. (Being sound asleep, I missed that...) However, he also thinks that he feels like he has turned a corner in this whole thing, which is good news. It does seem as if he coughed much less today, at least while he was around me.
Just to prove things to himself, he went down to the retirement property. The Amish are out cutting ice for their ice houses today. After the deep freeze, the ice was seven inches thick. It will be cut into huge slabs and pulled into a super insulated building. (Mattie says that the ice house still has ice in it from last winter, unbelievably).
That really caught Tim's attention. If the ice was that thick, he could walk the little creek that runs along side the property and trim the brush back with a chain saw. He felt that this would be much easier than trying to trim the brush away from the creekside by fighting through the brush to get to the creekside. Never mind the fact that walking along on ice with a running chainsaw sounded a bit tricky to me.
Brush cutting is awfully important because we have a good sized beaver population which has moved down river and begun to build dams, which was putting a great deal of our property under water. It also backs water up into our brother in laws pasture across the road. Tim and Dave have been fighting the beaver since they moved in, and it is a tough struggle. You can rip out a beaver dam one night, and return to find it rebuilt the next. Keeping the brush cut away from the creek would make finding material for their building endeavors a bit more inconvenient.
Once William saw his grandpa test the ice with a couple good thwacks of the pick axe, he got confident enough to give it a try. He had great fun while Tim ruthlessly chopped the brush and willows away from creek banks. William hauled the brush away.
Being outside in the cold did not trigger Tim's cough. Everyone came back with all their pieces and parts. More good news.
Houdini came out twice today to nibble on cat food. Taking a cue from (I think Bovey Belle), I've been heating his soft cat food in the microwave (poppity ping) for 10 seconds. He doesn't seem to be able to resist that smell. He has been out feeding a couple of times today. I also had a long feather boa type cat toy that I'd bought to entice him from beneath the hoosier cabinet. He ignored it. I put the handle in the drawer of the cabinet, and let it hang down. William caught him playing with it a couple times this evening.
Seems like everyone is turning a corner here, and it is very happy news.