Not Dead Just Resting.

How is it possible I do not own Ishtar. That is the best movie...

Soanyway, recovering now from my folks coming to town for 10 days. Gave them my Best of Zurich and Switzerland That I Know About So Far tour, and we all enjoyed it a lot. Except for one thing: my marvelous and unstoppable husband was in fact stopped for a time by one hell of a flu, though probably not that one. He got the worst, but we all had a little health wobble, especially that one day after the long long walk in the woods when I noticed the thick piles of golden dust on the porches and finely coating the poor dog and the interior of our home--pollen. Piles of pollen. That was a new one for me. Mercifully, it rained. Husband took a pass on some of our adventures, what with his fevered brow and all, but that did not stop us from returning to him and the warmth of the kitchen table each night for a few hours of Farkle or Spades or Dominoes, and we even got the basics of "42" ! Somewhere in there, I kid you not, I made fondue, and it rocked. Great to have them around a little, neat to touch base with those roots. Also, makes it easier I think for husband to forgive me for certain things when he can observe first hand that I "come by it honestly," as they say about inherited quirks.