It's been an interesting couple of weeks in the land of we, as the Lawman and I continue to create life outside of work.
Part of our world has been punctuated by a few, well, illnesses on my part.
Two weeks ago, what I initially thought was a rash turned into a full-blown case of the shingles.
For the record, I'm NOT old enough to get the shingles vaccine.
So instead of celebrating the last weekend of the summer - that beloved holiday known as Labor Day - doing something fun, the Lawman took care of me. Let's just say, I'm not the easiest patient to deal with.
Thank goodness, a very kind volunteer from Har-Ber Village. When I called out to the Country Store to ask about their famous oatmeal and lye soap, she not only took my order over the phone, she brought it to me as I finished the paper on Sept. 3.
I'm also grateful for the various folks that pitched in, and took pictures for me at the first home football game. I hated to miss it, but my pillow seemed to be a better choice.
The fun with shingles continued into the next week. I was just getting over them (at the not contagious stage) when I went to the Delaware County Bowl.
I love covering our "bowl" games. They are fun and the fans make great pictures.
If you've seen me in the last week, well, let's just say I got too close to one of the flag girls.
It all started because I got involved (ok absorbed) with taking a picture of the trumpet section of the band. As the music ended, I started to slipped around the drum major's stand to get in position for another picture.
That's when it happened. Apparently the flags don't finish at the same time as the band.
The poor unsuspecting flag girl brought her flag around for the finale. It just happened that her ending connected with my left eye. By fourth quarter, it was swollen, and by the next day, quite purple.
Never let it be said that I don't "throw" myself into the job.
Oh, did I mention the infection that landed in my right eye, or the crown that fell off of my tooth?
A friend asked me if I was trying out to be the next Job. I just laughed and shook my head.
So, if you see the Lawman, you might give him an extra hug or at least some condolences.
I'm slowly getting better and the land of we is going back to normal. We're still adjusting to married life, shared spaces, doing laundry and fixing meals.
In a few weeks, if all goes well, we're moving out of the apartment formerly known as "my" space, into our first "we" place.
I'm sure I'll have a few more stories to share. In fact, I can bet on it. Because if there's one thing I know, the land of we is full of laughs and a whole lot of fun.
Kaylea M. Hutson-Miller is the managing editor of The Grove Sun. Have an idea for a column or story? She can be reached at email@example.com or 918-786-2228.
Editor's Note: This column originally appeared in the Friday, Sept. 18 issue of The Grove Sun.