Drawing Salve

I never knew there was such a thing. We had been in Texas a good while and we would step on grass burrs and their evil little thorns or whatever they’re called, would break off in our feet and no amount of digging would get them out. If I wore flip flops, which was about 11.75 months out of the year, they would flop up when I walked and as I stepped down, I’d step on them. If we forgot and wore shoes into the house, they would fall out of our shoes onto the rugs and we’d step on them inside!

One day, a reader got tired of my whining about the grass burr pieces stuck in my feet and she sent me a container of Prid . . a drawing salve. Thank you, Donna! One little container of that stuff is enough for a lifetime . . even in Texas. Once I saw how well it worked, I ordered three or four more containers. Do I have any in Missouri? No . . I didn’t bring a single one, because why would I need them here?

Yesterday while planting potatoes, there must have been some tiny little splinter in the soil I was using because last night I was cross stitching and while looking through the magnifying lamp, I saw a tiny little splinter in my thumb near the nail. I tried to dig it out with a needle . . first the cross stitching needle which is blunt and didn’t work at all, and then a regular sewing needle. No luck . . it’s still in there. I know . . I shouldn’t try digging things out like that.

As I was going to bed last night, I remembered that when Addie was here, she was looking through a drawer or something, asked me “What’s this?” and I said “Drawing Salve” and explained to her what it was. But . . where was that stuff? I looked through the kitchen drawers. I looked through the drawers in her bathroom. I looked through a couple of piles of stuff on the dining room table waiting to be put away. I even looked through the drawers in my bathroom, knowing she hadn’t really been in there digging through drawers.

I went to bed with just antibiotic ointment and a band aid on my sore thumb. I planned to call Addie this afternoon, ask if she remembered that conversation and, if so, where were we standing when we talked about the drawing salve. She would remember that!

This morning I sat down in my stitching chair and I remembered . . the drawer in the table next to my chair. Now I have drawing salve and a band aid on my splinter!