they haven't been able to figure out what is wrong with me. We have all the medicine, but they are each afraid to give me anything. So my job is to stay in bed and eat when I can and hope that the ibuprofen is enough.
I look outside and see the three of them messing with the ground. Jon has an idea to try and get a few things grown before it gets too cold. They do look funny out there fooling around in the dirt.
Chapter 19: Jonathon
All I can do right now is keep her comfortable, hydrated, and fed. The penicillin that we took from the store is starting to seem more and more like an option, though. I know there is a difference between prescription and over the counter drugs, and I don’t know the consequences of using a prescription drug incorrectly. There has to be a reason that only doctors can allow you to get them. I hope she will get better naturally.
Everything else is settling into a rhythm. Jo, Sara, and I are all reading up on gardening, and we’ve planted some of the radish seeds that can be harvested in as few as four weeks – according to one of those books anyway. It didn't seem like a bad idea to take our first slug at gardening in the last month before winter. We can’t find any other plants that grow so quickly inside of that time frame.
I hope I like radishes. I see a lot of them in my future.
Jo and Sara are looking out the window, talking about what the trees look like when they just start to change color.
“I’ll bet the first one to be completely bare will be that one,” says Sara, pointing to a big maple tree about eighty feet away from the house.
“ Alright,” replies Jo. “I’ll take that one,” she said, pointing to another tree a little further away as Sara presses her face against the glass.
“ Don’t forget which one you picked,” Sara exclaimed. She turns to me with a smile and I smile back, she quickly turns to look back out the window. It sounds like a silly wager to me. They stared out the window a lot and hoped to see animals. Maybe it was replacing TV.
Caitlyn stirs and Sara hops away from the window sill to tend to her sister. The sun is approaching the western hilltops, so we probably only have a few hours of daylight left. Now’s a good a time as any to start dinner.
Jo must have read my mind. “What do you feel like cooking today?” she asks, walking over to the table.
“ What I feel like cooking? You mean what do you feel like cooking?” I argue.
My sister lazily glares at me and I look to the closed pantry and think of what we have. Those pots and tools that we’d gotten at the grocery store are fantastic. Along with the few pieces of kitchenware from the ranger’s station, we have all that we’ll need to last the winter.
“Let’s do pasta tonight.” I’ve become pretty good at draining the water from the pot with just the lid, and I’m feeling pretty hungry.
“Again?” Sara complains. “We have had that like four times already” She says at the foot of Caitlyn's bed. Caitlyn seems to be asleep again at the moment.
“Well do you have any ideas?”
“As a matter of fact...I do.” She hops down off the bed and grabs the pantry door. She talks to herself briefly. “Now if I remember from mom...” she grabs a few random cans and boxes and sets them down on the table. She sits for a second and stares at them. I watch in amusement – she is determined.
“Where are the spices and everything?” she asks. I point to the cabinet. I watch as she struggles on her toes to reach for the top shelf. I come up behind her and bring them down.
“I could have reached them,
I look outside and see the three of them messing with the ground. Jon has an idea to try and get a few things grown before it gets too cold. They do look funny out there fooling around in the dirt.
Chapter 19: Jonathon
All I can do right now is keep her comfortable, hydrated, and fed. The penicillin that we took from the store is starting to seem more and more like an option, though. I know there is a difference between prescription and over the counter drugs, and I don’t know the consequences of using a prescription drug incorrectly. There has to be a reason that only doctors can allow you to get them. I hope she will get better naturally.
Everything else is settling into a rhythm. Jo, Sara, and I are all reading up on gardening, and we’ve planted some of the radish seeds that can be harvested in as few as four weeks – according to one of those books anyway. It didn't seem like a bad idea to take our first slug at gardening in the last month before winter. We can’t find any other plants that grow so quickly inside of that time frame.
I hope I like radishes. I see a lot of them in my future.
Jo and Sara are looking out the window, talking about what the trees look like when they just start to change color.
“I’ll bet the first one to be completely bare will be that one,” says Sara, pointing to a big maple tree about eighty feet away from the house.
“ Alright,” replies Jo. “I’ll take that one,” she said, pointing to another tree a little further away as Sara presses her face against the glass.
“ Don’t forget which one you picked,” Sara exclaimed. She turns to me with a smile and I smile back, she quickly turns to look back out the window. It sounds like a silly wager to me. They stared out the window a lot and hoped to see animals. Maybe it was replacing TV.
Caitlyn stirs and Sara hops away from the window sill to tend to her sister. The sun is approaching the western hilltops, so we probably only have a few hours of daylight left. Now’s a good a time as any to start dinner.
Jo must have read my mind. “What do you feel like cooking today?” she asks, walking over to the table.
“ What I feel like cooking? You mean what do you feel like cooking?” I argue.
My sister lazily glares at me and I look to the closed pantry and think of what we have. Those pots and tools that we’d gotten at the grocery store are fantastic. Along with the few pieces of kitchenware from the ranger’s station, we have all that we’ll need to last the winter.
“Let’s do pasta tonight.” I’ve become pretty good at draining the water from the pot with just the lid, and I’m feeling pretty hungry.
“Again?” Sara complains. “We have had that like four times already” She says at the foot of Caitlyn's bed. Caitlyn seems to be asleep again at the moment.
“Well do you have any ideas?”
“As a matter of fact...I do.” She hops down off the bed and grabs the pantry door. She talks to herself briefly. “Now if I remember from mom...” she grabs a few random cans and boxes and sets them down on the table. She sits for a second and stares at them. I watch in amusement – she is determined.
“Where are the spices and everything?” she asks. I point to the cabinet. I watch as she struggles on her toes to reach for the top shelf. I come up behind her and bring them down.
“I could have reached them,
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