The wheezy girl: An update

We went back to the doctor this morning so they could check P’s breathing again, and she said it sounded like she’s improving. As long as the fever is gone by tomorrow, Poppy is also cleared for travel and some gentle, relaxed fun with her grandparents and cousins this weekend. Yesterday I was very much leaning toward “I am absolutely not letting my baby out of my sight,” but her eyes are so much brighter and her spirits so much higher today. As long as she doesn’t decline between now and tomorrow afternoon, I think I’m going to let her go.

Thank you for all of your prayers! It looks like they’re working.

A lazy date followed by a wheezy girl

8/52
Project 52: Date Nights logo

  • A new-to-us show from Netflix.
  • Lost Cities
  • Very little forethought.
  • The date-planning duties have been mine for the last … well, for a lot of weeks now. I feel like I’ve been doing a pretty poor job of the “planning” part, but we have, at least, been spending a decent amount of time together. Once again, I didn’t really plan anything in particular for our date. Instead, we played cards for a little while and then watched the first couple of episodes of “Firefly.” We had a nice, relaxing weekend.

    And then Monday happened.

    Poppy has had a bad cough the last few days, and yesterday she developed a pretty high fever. The fever was even worse this morning, so I took her to the doctor. They sent us on for a chest X-ray, which told us what I’d feared: She has pneumonia. It’s mild, and she’s on antibiotics now. She’ll go back to the doctor tomorrow morning, where I’m hoping they say she’s on the mend. But we’ve had plans to go out of town this weekend for months. The kids were going to go to their cousins’ house with the grandparents for the weekend. Petey might still go, but I’m pretty sure Poppy and I will be staying home. And the two of us are most definitely bummed about that.

    Kicking off a new project with a depressing book

    The Sheltering SkyI love to read, but I find myself more often than not reading a lot of twaddle. I’d like to stop that and read some substantial works for awhile. So I’m going to read my way through the Modern Library’s 100 Best Novels. I’m not going to start with the first one, though, because it’s James Joyce’s “Ulysses.” And “Ulysses” intimidates me.

    Instead, I started with Paul Bowles’ “The Sheltering Sky,”which I’d never heard of before I decided to start this project. It’s the story of two jaded Americans and their seemingly without-a-care pal traveling aimlessly around North Africa, and boy howdy, it is bleak. Bowles was born in New York but lived most of his life in Morocco, and he nailed the unhinged feeling of being a stranger in a strange land.

    It took me quite a while to get into the story, and then suddenly I couldn’t put it down. I even took it to the dentist, where I read it in the waiting room while everyone else watched “One Life to Live.” It was a well-written and very effective story (“The Sheltering Sky.” Not “1L2L”.) Reading it, though, left me with the hope that the Modern Library didn’t make “disconcerting and depressing” essential qualities in their list.

    And, in yet another reason to love the internet, here’s a bit of what Tennessee Williams said about the book:

    In this external aspect the novel is, therefore, an account of startling adventure. In its interior aspect, “The Sheltering Sky” is an allegory of the spiritual adventure of the fully conscious person into modern experience. This is not an enticing way to describe it. It is a way that might suggest the very opposite kind of a novel from the one that Paul Bowles has written. Actually this superior motive does not intrude in explicit form upon the story, certainly not in any form that will need to distract you from the great pleasure of being told a first-rate story of adventure by a really first-rate writer.

    I suspect that a good many people will read this book and be enthralled by it without once suspecting that it contains a mirror of what is most terrifying and cryptic within the Sahara of moral nihilism, into which the race of man now seems to be wandering blindly.

    The full Williams piece contains a big ‘ol spoiler, so don’t read it if you don’t want to know. Here is a much more thorough assessment of “The Sheltering Sky” than mine, written by someone who’s also reading the Modern Library 100.