Nurse!

Wow.  So much to tell but where to start?  After Aubs miraculous recovery from those rocket fueled antibiotics, I went on to my next patient--my niece, Dit.  That's not her real name as you might have guessed--just what some of us call her.  Since my sister is oot (out of town), Dit called her AC (Aunt Caroline) to come play "mommers" and general nurse, for her itty bitty ailing self.  I diagnosed a possible sinus infection based on her symptoms but told her if the magic chicken soup and nasal rinse I brought didn't do the trick substantially, by the next day, to get in to her MD.  And, she did, and it's a good thing---she has a nice case of strep throat.  Ouch. I must insert here that watching Dit do her nasal rinse, over the kitchen sink at her place, was about the most hilarious thing I've seen in ages.  Picture it:  hair in a droopy pony, robe cinched around her tee nincey waist, with one of those black out eye shade things on top of her head, shooting stuff up her nose....omg...I liketa died.  That girl was stylin', with that nasal rinse shooting out her nose.  But seriously, who looks good doing that.  Uh, that would be nobody.


In all fairness, I'd been planting pots outside all day, until my "house call", so I looked pretty skanky meeeself.  Since I'd just gotten my hair cut, I told Dit I looked like a fat lesbian yard person--and that's not a slam against gays--I love all of them.  Each and every one.  It's just a really accurate description of my style quotient. One glance at me and my attire, and Carson Kressley of Queer Eye would have died on the spot.
Dead, dead, d-e-a-d.  I will say that my description of myself, did improve the force of the sinus rinse shooting out Dit's nose.....that was by far the best part.

Anywho, on my walk today, this is what I discovered, and had to snap for you all to see.  This has B-O-Y stamped all over it.  It's some little guys down the blocks clubhouse/hangout, and please be sure you note the decor.  Since I couldn't snap all of the finer points, I will call your attention to the lovely black and white ottoman, and the equally attractive faded, red director's chair.  Now, look closely and you will see white suspended trash bags stashing I know not what--possibly provisions-- and the red ribbon intertwined above the entry way??....Such a welcoming, down home touch, don't you think?  It just says "Come on in" all over it. 

Man, I love our block....there's just always something funny going on in da 'hood.