I think it is a chigger.  Although, it is quite possible that I carry the little vermin around with me…somehow… considering the amount of bites I have.  I also suspect chiggers because of the location of those bites…around undergarments and in the nether regions.  I don’t understand the life cycle or the habits of these little bastards but I’m so over it.  Every morning when I get up – I have another itch!  and, of course, these are not places you can scratch in public like, say, a mosquito bite….and it’s not like I don’t shower and scrub to rid myself of them!  gaawwwww!

We removed a cabinet (that I got with gold bond stamps in the 70’s) from the guest bedroom last night and I had to unload my wonderful collection of family memorabilia – namely old quilts.  Every time I see these quilts, I re-aquaint myself with the quilts and the notes my mother left on them so I know what they are and who made them.  I have never used one of them because I didn’t want to wear them out or damage them because, after all, they are family history.  Today, I changed my way of thinking.

When I’m gone, these quilts will go to my daughters…and while I’m guessing they will like quilts, I know they will not be able to appreciate the heritage.  I’m the one who heard the stories about these long past ancestors.  Even though I never met them, I am the one who will feel closest to them because of the stories and the visits to the cemeteries where they are buried and I always feel a pull wondering about their stories … their loves, their hates, their souls.

So…tonight..we will be sleeping under the love of my great grandmother, Sarah Cozine Brown.  I will be comforted by my great grandmother as I slumber…and so will the chiggers.

Until next time….