a year of stories - 16 of 52 / by Carey Pace

*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Renee Bonuccelli after you read this post to continue the circle.*


Shawn and the Boy walked in late Thursday evening after baseball practice with the unfortunate news that the Boy had succumbed to the rampant stomach virus being passed around his class at school. It had been a very long time since he had endured a tummy bug.  I had such high hopes that we could isolate the germs and keep the rest of us safe.  Alas, it was not to be.  

The Boy laid on the couch all of Friday, not allowed to touch anything. By Saturday his energy had returned.  Saturday was warm and sunshine sparkled off every new leaf.  We ventured out to buy new plants for our outdoor oasis and had intended to bring home a truck load of fresh mulch for the beds. Oddly enough for the first warm spring Saturday, the mulch place closed up sharply at noon and we were left mulch-less. 

In the wake of free hours we had not anticipated, Shawn asked the kids to wash the van.  They were ecstatic at the opportunity to use water and get wet.  However, by the time we'd planted our new additions and dug out the sponges and buckets, the Lady's tummy had started to bother her. 

Shawn suspected it was a ploy to get out of the hard work of washing the van, but I knew better. Her eyes had garnered that sick-eye look and I knew it was only a matter of time.  In fact, my own tummy had started to feel strange.  I began to photograph the van washing adventure, having to intermittently go inside to assist the Lady in her turn with the bug.  By the the Boy was done with the van, it was time for my own turn with the bug.  

In the end, the bug took all four of us down.  It was a particularly virulent virus.  The Boy was own his own Saturday evening for dinner and entertainment, as the remaining three of us were down for the count.  As I laid awake all night long, I felt such immense gratitude that this house has four bathrooms on the main level.  When we bought the house, that seemed quite ludicrous.  But in the throes of stomach-virus-dom in a family of four, it is a blessing indeed.


*This post is part of a collaborative project - a year of stories shared by a group of 15 photographers every Tuesday in 2016.  Please visit Renee Bonuccelli after you read this post to continue the circle.*