Since sister Abbie posted yesterday, I felt I owed one of Metsu. Both girls came out to local society last night at my younger son's cross-country meet (first of the year). Jerry took a whopping 39 seconds off his personal best on a hilly course in 83 degree conditions, and secured a top-20 ribbon in a big, tough field (17th place). The girls were a bit wary of so many strangers, but by the time we were on our way home with Five Guys burgers in tow, they were chattering away in Sidama (their obscure tongue) and we considered the outing a huge success.
Today we find out, thanks to testing, that they have no internal parasites of any sort (whew!), so other than a nasty thigh wart and a rather odd gait on Metsu, we have no medical issues to address beyond making sure their ear infections went away. We count our blessings, because our bank accounts are cleared out. Then again, I wasn't put on this Earth to stockpile cash for my funeral.
