You have sting allergy?
Ruhroh...
How bad?

...it might be somatically inspired.
This will not make you any less dead if you go into anaphylaxis.

Not good. Not good at all. I do assume you have a bee suit, but that's not a total guarantee of no stings.

* looks worried *

I promise, blue, you have not been exposed to knowledge of the beekeeper allergy in mainstream medical awareness. It is not a secret. Just outside the box.

Beekeepers are generally not the the greatest med park tourists in the world, but research clearly indicates that it is NOT the same allergy as the epi-pen treats, but. . . Said researcher had to work unprofitably hard to get 70 participants for her study. Bees seldom choose to buzz hallowed human halls. Beekeepers go where the bees are. The only stethoscope in the bee yard gets used for listening to the buzz inside the hives.

Yes, we do keep epi pens on hand, just in case someone with the normal allergy visits.

interesting at that

One side-effect of my amnesia therapy is that I turn into a compulsive fact checker when I am lost in a flashback series. That was not much of a leap for my fastidious nature. All the qualities were already there, probably from birth. Therapy just validated them as something worthwhile and gave them a focus.

I can't verify from here, but methinks it has been 9 months since hubs and I moved the apiary from his father's investment property to their current location in Hutto which is now pretty much a piece of the still booming Austin metroplex. This former agricultural community is at the most toxic of the boom phases. It still has the agricultural toxins in play while the boom machine is adding urban toxins at developmental speeds. The apiary is not doing well. More than half of the hives have died. The other half is not healthy. In my more vain moments, I think it is the absence of their bee whisperer which makes the diff. She is reading executive memos instead of listening to their buzz.

9 months. . . I am waxing weird over the coincidental(?) correlation to the human gestation period. Time to give birth (berth?) to whatever's next?

When I can get him to quit spewing facts like a corporate presenter, my beloved, too, says he misses the bee bond we forged on his father's investment property. It was the primary topic of yesterday's text exchange. His spewing of corporate skepticism was far less than is typical for his busy middle management tech buzz.

I slept and ate soundly all day yesterday and last night. I am taking that as a sign that my flight mode is calming. Still, I have no actionable plan for today, but. . .

Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.

Dueling banjos? OK. Dueling coping mechanisms? Not so great. That's my take, as I see it, but that's after 23 years, 3 rounds of marital therapy, and serious PTSD therapy....

You could've written for me, Arfie, on this one. When my hubby gets into his "I am Donald Trump" mode (as I call it), yeah, I just wait for "ya fired!" and it's not happy for anyone.

Gentle sorting to you, and gentle recuperation.

Perhaps this bee image can help you?

My great-aunt, tiny and frail, with her old white kidskin church gloves, carrying the chunk of hive that held the queen, and walking with tiny light steps like a fairy in a cartoon, and the bees around her like an aura, not one sting, not one angry buzz, not one harmed hair, only... the peace of a hive undisturbed by outside forces, despite the reality of that outside force. (AKA my great-aunt)

Whoa, waxed all philosophical there, but maybe that's why the hives are in your head? You're missing the old harmony and it came in the key of bees? (Bad pun, I apologize.)

Gentle healing to you.

The smallest of humans is still giantesque to a bee, Leo. Even with the physical and logistical stress of moving an apiary, brawn and brain are of limited value. If ya ain't connected to the living buzz, ya gonna get stung. I was following hubby's orders when the bees launched the mobbing at me during last summer's mobbing incident.

Nerd Alert:
One of the games I play on the road is, "Where will Mother Earth shrug next?" Here is my current guess. http://www.rightsidenews.com/2015022435505/life-and-science/energy-and-environment/the-new-madrid-earthquake-that-will-divide-the-united-states-in-half.html Guessing only. Predicting Mother Earth's shrugs is even iffier than guessing when a thing collecting human mother will open her closed door.

I do miss your beeswax, arfie.

Wish you could see my bee barge, muji. It is quite spectacular.

Unfortunately, by some measures, there are allot of tangles in the process of translating a neural image to physical inventory. Ida Lovelace probably got allot of blank stares when she tried to describe the potentials of her algorithms at the track on Ladies Day.

Could move you-all and the bees to Colorado, produce Mary Jane honey? Marijuana plants do tend to do well sans lots of pesticiding, they grow like...weed.
Other than that, I can't think that living in suburgeoning areas is good for bees...land would be less expensive further west, in general.
Poor bees. You and hubs deserve a healthy environs too.

He sounds like he's hiding in Memoland, but you're very wise, you knew that.

I never did understand the human concept of "Perfection," blue. I have filed that with the Duality Logics. Some things never will make sense to me. None of us gets --or needs-- to understand everything.

I never expected to find a wart-free husband. I kinda expect to find my perfect man in between my flying saucer and my unicorn herd.

I like toads. I have kissed my share. Love to hear 'em croaking at the pond at night. I prefer the frogs for my dinner plate, though. Just a preference. Hm-m-m. . . Might be a good night for frog gigging. . .