{"id":78,"date":"2009-10-22T11:04:00","date_gmt":"2009-10-22T11:04:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2009\/10\/got-a-fever-burning-inside-of-not-me.html"},"modified":"2009-10-22T11:04:00","modified_gmt":"2009-10-22T11:04:00","slug":"got-a-fever-burning-inside-of-not-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2009\/10\/got-a-fever-burning-inside-of-not-me.html","title":{"rendered":"Got a Fever Burning Inside of (Not) Me"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve been getting grief from my father (hi, Peter!) for not blogging. I’m not completely sure why I’m not blogging, but I haven’t. Part of it is that I am<\/i> writing, just not for you. I’ve been working steadily away on my novel. I’m at a rough place in it at the moment, not sure if it’s all gelling together. I need to just plug away at it. Part of it is also that I’ve lost that snark factor. Now that I have kids, I feel like I can’t let my bitch out. It’s one thing to alienate my friends; it’s something else to alienate my kids’ friends. But I go through this blogging crisis about once a year and the fact is that it’s been eight years I’ve been doing this, which is longer than I’ve done almost anything else in my life. The only thing more consistent in my life is Adam, as I’ve been with him for almost ten years. But I’ve never lived in a single place for eight years. I’ve never had a job for eight years. Eight years is something to be reckoned with, so here I am.<\/p>\n

And right now is my writing time. I should be working on my novel. But my darling daughter pulled the old “I’m healthy but now you can’t send me to school” trick. Last night the boy was trying to get out of homework. Pie had just gotten home from a playdate and was cranky, but nothing out of the ordinary. But the boy! Oh the moaning, the groaning. “I can’t do my homework! My head hurts! I’m sick!” I feel his forehead.<\/p>\n

“You’re fine,” I tell him.<\/p>\n

“Nooooo! I’m sick! Take my temperature.”<\/p>\n

Which I dutifully do. And he’s a lovely 98.4. Pie is standing there. “Shall we take your temperature, too, while I’m standing here?”<\/p>\n

She agrees and I take her temperature. 102.5. I do a double take and take her and his temperature three more times, certain something is wrong with the thermometer. But no, she’s sick. Just doesn’t seem like it other than a cold.<\/p>\n

So now I’m sitting on the couch as she overdoses on TV. We started with High School Musical<\/i>: “The girl with the lipstick and the sparkly shirt, who’s hanging with the boy? That’s who I am. What’s her name? Gabriella? That’s who I am. I the character of her and the person of her [meaning Vanessa Hudgens].” Now we’re on to Berenstain Bears. She’s anxious to go out–because of course she’s had no fever all morning–but I can’t in these panic-y swine flu times take her anywhere where there might be children, so she’s won the TV lottery for today. Given Pie’s Law of Health, she’ll be chipper and happy all day, till about 5 p.m. when her fever is guaranteed to return.<\/p>\n

In the meantime, I can leave you with just a few of the things that have been keeping me away from the blog:<\/p>\n

Sukkah<\/div>\n

For the first time, we built a sukkah. We have our lovely remodeled house, with an ample backyard and a place to store the sukkah in the off-season. So it was time. “What size should we get?” Adam asked me.<\/p>\n

I looked over the Sukkah Project web site<\/a>. “I think we should get the easy snap together kind.”<\/p>\n

“That’s ridiculous,” I was told. “It has to be made with lumber. Or else you’re just cheating. What size?”<\/p>\n

“Um, 8 by 12 should be fine.”<\/p>\n

“No, too small.”<\/p>\n

“Okay, 12 by 10.”<\/p>\n

So what does he order? 12 by 16. We need a bigger table to fill it, but it was nice as we hosted Shabbat and two kid-oriented meals in the sukkah. I’d show you pictures of Adam and Doodles building the sukkah, but somehow I’ve misplaced all my September photos.<\/p>\n

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Cub Scouts<\/span>
Let me say off the bat that I have very mixed feelings about the Cub Scouts. I despise many of their policies and I’m not crazy about some of the skills they teach. However, Doodles was so excited to do this. A troop advertised outside of his school and he was dying to join. I nixed it, as it was not the most sensitive to Jewish scouts. The first meeting, for example, was on Rosh Hashanah. Monthly meetings are on Friday nights. Doesn’t work for us and easy to say no. But then we discovered a troop (although that’s the former Girl Scout in me talking; Cub Scouts are not troops, but packs) on the other side of town that was not only Jew-friendly, but populated by many kids from our synagogue. The boy is so excited. He’s working his way through his Tiger book and is just about ready to earn his Bobcat badge. He needs to sell popcorn to raise money, and I’m not the selling type. But he’s begging to go door-to-door to sell. We compromised as I found a friend or two willing to buy and he suited up to go to their houses. If anyone reading this would like to buy popcorn, you know where to find me.<\/div>\n

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Apple Picking<\/div>\n

The rain finally took a long enough break to get to apple picking. We went nice and early on Columbus Day to beat the crowd. We arrive, and I go to buy the small bag to fill. “We’ll fill that in no time. We need a bigger bag,” Adam insists (are you seeing a theme here?). So we get the bigger bag. Only Pie loses interests and she and Adam wonder off leaving me to haul around a honking big heavy bag of apples that I still<\/i> haven’t used up.<\/p>\n

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Hockey<\/div>\n

Recognize that player in the blue fleece? I got so confused when I saw her out there, given that last year, that was the boy’s fleece, so I kept thinking I was looking at him. But that girl really held her own and did just great. The boy is amazing, how much he’s improved since last year. Poor Adam: Doodles made the advanced beginner’s group, which meets from 8:50 to 9:30 and Pie is in the beginner’s group, which meets from 9:50 to 10:30, so he gets to spend his entire morning at the rink, while I’m off running. That’s what you get for saying, “Oh, hockey and the early, cold hours at the rink don’t bother me.”<\/p>\n

And now, now it’s time to be a Mom again. To change the channel and make princess soup for Pie and to bake my next apple creation: Spiced Caramel Apple Upside Down Cake. Perhaps I’ll try to sneak in a bit of noveling today. You never now. <\/p>\n

So, yes, I’m still here. At lea
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