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Blueberries and Bee Stings

I’d almost forgotten how wonderful grocery shopping could be!! I went to the store with my grandmother yesterday and shopped my little heart out. I bought organic bananas, celery, corn chips, orange juice and shampoo! I bought strawberries, blueberries and oranges that were fresh! I bought lettuce, carrots, tomatoes on the vine, mushrooms and a cucumber for under $6 each! I bought hummus, croissants, lavash flat bread, havarti with dill and fresh multi-grain rye bread! I got so many yummy foods that were fresh and not even close to their expiry date!! It was heaven!

I also went to the hospital to get checked out and they feel that my cough/sore throat probably are just a virus, however, they told me to come back for x-rays if it’s not gone in the next two weeks since there’s a chance of it being TB (since I lived in Nunavut and that is still a bit of a problem there). Naturally, I’m hoping that it will just go away. We’ll see.

Today I told my dad I’d give him a hand around the house by mowing the jungle… I mean lawn. I wasn’t sure how I’d do with it, since my cough has been pretty bad and kept me up most of the night, but I found that I coughed less while I was mowing. I don’t know if it was the fresh air or what but it was nice to have a break from the coughing. It also felt good to be outside doing something productive. Of course, part way through my mowing extravaganza, I ran into a wasps nest at the edge of the yard. I escaped with a sting on each ankle and a few wasps latched on to my pants that I was able to swat with a magazine before getting stung again. I retreated into the house and rest my feet until the stinging lessened before heading back out to investigate and assess the situation. The nest was actually further away than I thought it was and it was in the ground (which I’d figured initially). It was far enough away that I figured I’d be able to finish mowing as long as I didn’t point the grass spitting part of the lawnmower in the direction of the nest. Turned out I was right and I got the grass finished without any more incidents.

So, my hands and feet have blisters on them, my ankles have been stung and I’m happy!
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My wasp story was while orienteering during a cadet outing. We were running along an unused train track and the wood was still there. So a nest was in a hollowed out portion of the wood. The nearest we can figure it out, they felt the vibrations of us running toward their nest, through the wood/ground and when we were near enough they came out...full of fear and fighting spirit. We ran into a cloud of them and we were all stung at least a half dozen times. Nothing too bad, though.
I've discovered that in picking wild blueberries, the biggest ones are always in the vicinity of some sort of biting creature, be it ant, spider or wasp nest. Store-bought lacks the adventure, but tastes just as good.