Poison Ivy??!!

Kiel came home from a wonderful time at his friend's wedding. Imagine my lack of surprise when he announced his engagement to Andrea! I am happy they have made it official and I admire her ring. She is practically glowing and so excited. Plans are underway and I am swept up with their enthusiasm. I wasn't able to be part of the planning process for my two married sons. The last time I was part of planning a wedding, it was my own eons ago. What an encouragement to see this important piece of family business unfold.

On the other hand, I am keeping my distance. Kiel has somehow managed to get a good case of poison ivy. I'm pretty sure he wasn't exposed when he went down on one knee at the Saratoga Spa State Park in one of the workstudy era gazebos. True, he was probably pretty starry eyed, but I think he would have noticed that the marble was not free of entanglement.

I don't think he got it at the wedding reception. That was indoors. And probably not at his brother's house where he spent a night or two. He is the only one with it, so his claim that he got it playing Frisbee golf a week ago doesn't quite wash either. Wherever he contracted it, he had better keep it to himself and not share the wealth.

Andrea assures me I won't catch it. She and Kiel have been hugging and kissing and she doesn't have it. I am still wary. I am not convinced that my immune system can fend it off. And memories of a particularly stubborn bout of poison ivy when the boys were little flood my mind with how difficult it can be to contain.

A funny thought breezes through my mind. I wonder if Kiel is allergic to being engaged? Naw. That can't be it. Besides, the doctor said it was probably poison ivy or some such thing and gave him a prescription. Well, I'm sure it will pass. These things always do. Eventually.