Another day of fevers. 😔 The Tylenol / Advil have offered Nora some relief, but she’s just not herself. She’s slept lots today, which hopefully is her sweet little body’s way of getting rid of whatever it is she has.
Here is a sweet little video clip from earlier.
Amidst the concern over Nornor not feeling well, “life as usual” beckoned–dance recital rehearsals, baseball games, and trips to the grocery. We are so fortunate and blessed to have loving, trustworthy and knowledgeable nurses and sitters to help us out when we need them!
I got Greta to her dance studio shortly after 4:30, then buzzed back home to get Gavin to his 5:30 game in the opposite direction. William was able to join me in watching the game before I had to leave at 6:45 to get Greta. While I was still there Gavin hit the ball and made a really great play.
(If you zoom in very closely, to the right of the little white sign on the fence there is a duck in the outfield!)
As Gavin was standing on third base he looked over at us to see if we were watching. He smiled so big, so proud of himself, and instantly welled my eyes up with tears. He’s such a sweet buddy.
I got back to my pretty ballerina just in the nick of time. On our way home we saw a rainbow spot in the clouds.
We both agreed that the setting sun looked like an eye!
William and Gavin arrived home a few minutes after Greta and I. Norns was sleeping peacefully. William sent the kids upstairs to get showers and debated whether or not he should go get Penn Station or go on a run and eat something healthy when he came back. I laughed at him and encouraged him to go out on a run!!
Before long I heard the front door open and close, tired footsteps, and a mysterious peeping sound. As I turned around my eyes were immediately drawn to a gaping tiny yellow beak on a fuzzy little head peeking out of William’s cupped hand.
William found him on the curb of our street. There were no trees and no buildings anywhere close enough that this teeny tiny little bird could have fallen from. Mystery aside, we promptly prepared a makeshift nest in a container, loaded soggy cat food into a little medicine syringe and named him Albert Einstein Yusko. He snuggled up contentedly after I filled his little crop.
Ordinarily birds don’t need to be fed throughout the night, but it was anybody’s guess how long Albert had been hanging out on the curb waiting to be rescued. I responded to his feeble little peeps around 2 am with another helping of soggy cat food and then closed him in the kids’ bathroom safe from the cat. A baby bird stuffed with cat food. You do the math on that one!!! 😬
If I weren’t already so busy with the care of another certain 17 lb. “baby bird”, I would have gladly taken on the responsibility of caring for Albert just as I did my sweet little Ava. I did find someone to take care of him, and hopefully he will grow up to soar the great blue skies.
In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.
(Job 12:10 NIV)