Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Fractured

My life is full of irony. I am snickering as I write this very aptly named post today. 

This was my Facebook status update two Thursdays ago:

Epitome of irony: Just hours after finally scheduling an appointment with a foot and ankle specialist, you are walking out of your daughter's basketball evaluation and you fall spectaacularly and gracelessy to the ground which results in a fractured ankle


Not only does Big Yankee work out of town but he works out of state. In fact as my great tragedy was unfolding  two weeks ago he was on a private plane en route to Oregon. Good times. 

Luckily the eleven year old girl is taller and stronger than I and she was able to get me to the car. I drove home because it was my only option. My foot had gone numb by that point. or maybe I was in shock. Fortunately we were barely a mile from home. The kids helped me get inside and set me up on the couch with pillows and ice and ibuprofen. This was not my first rodeo. Having sprained the same damn ankle more than 40 times I knew exactly what to do.

I texted husband a few times informing him I was in bad shape and would require a ride to the doctor in the morning. 

Somehow we managed to get the kids out the door and to school somewhat on time. I hopped and scooted my way across the floor and made it to his car. Luckily he insisted on a wheelchair when we arrived at urgent care. A doctor's visit, some x-rays and a cam walker later and I was on my way.









Thursday, December 4, 2014

Generous

"Mom, have you ever noticed how greedy GrandBob is?"

My Dad? The retired professor who like to scour thrift shops for khakis? The man who when you ask for gift ideas says he could use some socks or maybe a few of those colored Hanes t-shirts. The ones with a pocket if they aren't too pricey.

"Hmmm, how do you mean buddy?"

"Oh you know, how he is always asking for a list? Let me buy you this giant Lego set he says. Here let me send you a card and put money in it. Can I buy you a fancy new computer? He always wants to spend money on us and give us things."

He always seems to know when we need it most. Even when I don't mention the huge, unexpected transmission work on my minivan, a check shows up. 

"He loves us and wants to help and give us things we love and need."

"Yeah, he and Gran are giving us college too."

"Yep, they sure are. College is very important."

Dad was a non-traditional student in the late 60s and 70s..a wife and two young daughters and a few years in the Army under his belt when he enrolled at the fancy private college. It was a far cry from the one room school house he attended in the Adirondacks. Mom worked her way thru the Teacher's College and played collegiate sports along the way. She put her sister thru nursing school. As she was dying and her sister emptied catheters, Mom joked that it was money well spent.

"I think you mean GrandBob is generous. He likes to share and help just like Gran did."

"Yeah, that's what I mean. Generous."

Conversation with my seven year old that happened when I told him he needs to work on his Christmas Wish List.

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Ain't Gonna Write

Alexndra of Good Day, Regular People is inspiring and amazing and funny.  She was oozing clever ideas during #NaBloPoMo and this here is one of them!


Blog Posts I Will Never Write:



Love Letter to Pumpkin Spice Latte





How NOT to Lose Your Garage Door Opener



10 Tips for Using Your Time Wisely



How to Snap (Your Fingers)



A Nacho Free Life



Fashion Forward Forty & Foxy



Baking the Perfect Pie






Planning Your Posts

The Joy of Coconut

Evils of Pizza


What posts will YOU never write?