Lice Dreams

Suzanne got lice... again. Why do these children get infested with lice so often? I never get lice. Don't believe I ever did, even as a seven year old. But Suzanne was scratchin' and scratchin' at her old noggin, and turns out she was doing it with good reason. LICE!

So Barb's been toiling away for going on three days to rid her cranium of the vermin. It's not easy. Barb had an expensive lice comb that worked wonders on nits. But either the tines of the comb spread apart, or the nits got smaller, because it no longer works as it did.

So it's a lot of labor for Barb (plus, other parents politely decline playdates with the lousy Suzanne, which is rough on a vacation week), a lot of discomfort for Suzanne, and ... well, not much of an impact on Elizabeth and me. Although, I was the architect of the precarious light tower that allowed Barb to shed some light on the subject.

My Thanksgiving wish is that Suzanne is lice-free soon. (Elizabeth pointed out to me that there are no such things as Thanksgiving Wishes; Thanksgiving is for being content with what you have. I'm thinking, Even lice!?)

Elizabeth gives support to her suffering sister.

Suzanne amused herself many ways, not least of which was blowing bubbles.

Again with the bubbles.

The light rig. Eventually, I realized my bike stand (the tripod that holds my bike when I need to work on it) was a better choice than a stack of chairs and stools.