Of course there is a story, but it’s going to have to wait. In the meantime, know this: we are newlyweds these 13 years and we are now first time homeowners!
I can’t explain it, but it worked. Last night I burned my thumb on steam from the tortilla I was cooking. I’ve burned myself before but this was easily the worst in twenty years. The cold water was no relief, nor was the fresh aloe. The ice pack was only a comfort when directly on my skin but not when I removed it and of course an ice pack directly on a burn raises it’s own concerns. I read about the foil method but was very skeptical. After a period of great discomfort I decided I would give this kooky idea a trial period and I wrapped my thumb in foil.
It worked. It was crazy and I felt like I should make myself a matching hat, but the pain dulled and before too long had completely subsided. When I awoke this morning I had forgotten all about it and I have no sign of ever being burned. Now, after exercising and a hot shower, I can very faintly see the area is slightly pinker than the surrounding thumb and a little shiny. Definitely the best prognosis I could have imagined.
Next time, though, I’m going to make the matching hat as well. Might as well, eh?
Last night I dreamt of my Franklin friends. It was vivid and powerful. I wept and awoke missing them terribly. I hadn’t realized the force of impact they had on me. I can’t be with them now, but I carry their memory. I hereby commit that this fall I will host a soup night a la Freemons and an outdoor evening dinner soirée come gli Italiani.
You know what they say: ’tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.