Beth and I made plans to get together today and let the cousins visit. That was cancelled this morning, when Laura’s cough (from yelling so much at the dance, Grandma) turned into a barking cough. The last barking cough was a sinus infection, but this one seems to be bouncing from lung to lung, so we’ll see. I do know if I felt like she sounded I’d be in bed, not reading a book.
Last night, when the bark was an occasional throat clearing, my plan for today was a stop at the drug store for some cough syrup for Laura and a beautiful razor for Caroline, on my way to visit. But Laura went with Jan and Emily, to the bank and the drug store, and after an earful of that cough, I could only call Beth and cancel.
Emily needed the trip to the bank to open her first checking account. This was on the “to do” list for fall, but her current job preempted the requirement by refusing to deposit her paychecks into her savings account. The reason given; the bank’s handwritten savings account and routing numbers could be entered incorrectly by the payroll department. Emily is working for the school, after school, maintaining computers. And, that’s enough about that bit of illogical thinking.
Why does Caroline need a razor? Beth mentioned a trip to the drug store might be in her plans today, too, if she needed something for Caroline’s rash. “What rash,” asked Grandma. “From shaving with her father’s razor,” snapped my daughter.
“Why haven’t you bought her a razor,” I got out between lingering chuckles.
“Why hasn’t she told me she wants one,” came the irritable answer.
“Do daughters do that? I don’t recall you asking me; my razors just disappeared!”
Well, she supposed so.” Then, “Did you give Emily and Laura razors?”
“Long ago. It seems I should get one for Caroline, too.”
Perhaps next week.