Blake and Bethany were waiting for us at the Richmond airport in their gloriously long and comfy Buick, which made us laugh at them at first for driving an old lady car and by the end of our stay in VA, we were both rubbing our chins and scheming how to get one from some old person. Those Buicks are like a hotel on wheels--leather interior, big cushy seats, lighting where lighting ought to be, and seat warmers. It was great.
This is Bethany and Blake. They are pretty little people.
We had grand plans of alternately chilling at Casa Murphy (an excellent pastime) and touring Richmond and possibly driving up to Monticello, but that didn't happen, as you will see. What happened was that Adam and Hyrum had a really marvelous time chilling at Casa Murphy.
This is Casa Murphy, aka "Rebel Hill." Don't you just love the South?
Adam stayed up 'til all hours playing board games (by which I mean "getting smoked by Bethany at every board game they had"), playing video games (ditto getting smoked, but by Blake this time), wandering around their property, trying to make friends with Blake's dog (whose primary defense mechanism is barking and, if you get too close, incontinence), taking said dog on a walk, playing HORSE with B&B, cooking amazing things for everyone to eat, eating amazing things, and taking the occasional trip into town.
Blake demonstrated his love of All Creatures Great and Small, or "critters," as Bethany called them.
Hyrum ate, slept and pooped like clockwork, and in the meantime was completely adorable and made friends with Bethany and Blake and was in Bethany's arms about 85% of the day. He was in Adam's arms the other 14%, and in mine about 1%.
Day 1: I'm in good health.
Day 2: I get a sore throat.
Day 3: Throat is worse. I go to the doctor. Strep and mono tests both negative. I go home with lidocaine for the pain.
Day 4: Throat worser. I go to another doctor. Strep tests negative again. I get prescribed antibiotics for strep anyway, plus enough ibuprofen to kill a small animal. The doctor dismisses the sores in my mouth as "curious." (In hindsight, I am "curious" how she got through med school.)
Day 5: I sleep about 16 hours this day, and still get progressively worse. Throat now so sore I can't really drink anymore, not to mention eating.
Day 6: We leave Richmond to fly to Florida for my family reunion.
On the plus side (oh, there were definitely plus sides): the walk-in clinic I went to in Richmond was, by far, the greatest one I've ever been in. The first time I went in they took my insurance info, weighed me, took my blood pressure, my temperature, took a strep and mono test and gave me my prescriptions in an hour. I don't know about you people, but it usually takes office staff an hour just to tell me to "take a seat" and "fill out this paperwork" before they'll "be right with me."
Bethany and Blake's guest bed. For someone who spent at least 16 hours a day in bed for 4 days, you better believe I was grateful for a good one. I would sleep for 2 hours, come downstairs for about 45 minutes, get feverish and go back to bed, sleep for 4 hours, come downstairs for almost 2 hours, and so on. I was so grateful for that bed by the time we left, not to mention B&B's hospitality. They never once said boo about the fact that I was dictating their schedule completely by being a sickie and having to go to the doctor and other such goo. Bethany was a queenly host who made sure I stayed happy and comfortable, and I'm pretty sure no one minded that we lounged at home for most of the week.
We did venture out to see Harry Potter 7.2 in the drive-in, and I have to say that having to ignore crickets and critter noises, not to mention fireflies/an incredibly bright moonrise, was a new experience for me. It was pretty much awesome.
Here are some pictures to wrap this up.
What's that hiding? Oh wait, it's us.
Thanks, Bethany and Blake. You are amazing peoples.
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Judging by those dapper pics of him, looks like that Hyrum knows how to work a crowd:) Hope you are feeling better!
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