August 16, 2006
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Of Pinkies and Pool Water
Libby should not play tackle football.
You see, yesterday after cheerleading practice, the girls were fooling around, playing football. Libby got the ball and was “tackled” by one of the other girls. She didn’t fumble the ball, but she did land hard on her pinky finger. “Ow! I bent it the whole way back, I think. It realy hurts!” Libby said, tearfully clutching her injured finger. Being the compassionate mother I am, I said, “Oh, you’re fine. Get in the van. We’ll be late for your sleep over.”
This morning, the phone rang. It was Libby. “Mom, my finger’s all swollen and black and blue. I think it’s broken.” After a volley of phone calls, we finally got an appointment at 4:00 at the orthopedic place.
Arriving at 4:00 with all kids in tow (save Michael, who had the good fortune to be at a bowling birthday party), we proceeded to wait and wait and wait. Thankfully, my knight in shining Taurus, TGD, arrived and whisked the non-injured children away to a supper at McDonald’s and then to football practice.
After an hour and ten minutes had gone by, we were finally called back to the x-ray room, which was a quick stop. Next, into the cast room where we waited for the verdict: is it broken, or is it a sprain? Two physician’s assistants and the doctor arrived and assessed the situation. Yes, indeed, there was a break. “What color cast would you like?”
Surprisingly, Libby doesn’t seem bothered by the idea of a cast. I think she is pleased by the novelty of the situation.
On another note, my pool water is mostly clear! I’ve been fussing with a cloudy pool for over a month. Adjust this level, add this chemical, check this and that and buy more chemicals… I had the idea of turning off the pump overnight, and when I did, a fine, white powder settled on the bottom and the rest of the water was clear! I vacuumed the crud, but the cloudiness just came right back through the filter. After a few pool company phone calls and another night of pump-free settling, I vacuumed said white crud out into the yard instead of into the filter and–voila! The pool is clear again. Of course, the water level dropped precipitously, but the dying grass didn’t mind the drink!
I’ve started reading Dune. I know it’s supposed to be the quintessential sci-fi book, so I’m not surprised that I’m not terribly captivated as sci-fi isn’t my first love (or second love, for that matter!).
Comments (13)
So much for playing the flute! Let me know when she is ready for her next lesson! I will pray for poor Libby.
So sorry about your daughters finger
so they put a cast on for a broken finger? must be a pretty bad break! i’ve only seen them do splints. does the cast go all the way up the arm?
Poor Lib…why were they actually tackling each other? Don’t they realize that it hurts?!?
Ouch!! So what color cast did she choose? Hope that it heals up quickly and doesn’t hurt too much.
Thanks! I’ll definitely talk to him [your husband... (this response is like two days late!)] if the need arrises. And I have considered the double major, but I would probably get it in Math and something else, instead of the education major (Maybe English!). My advisor thought it best for what I wanted to do to go ahead with this particular major, but most of the classes carry over from one track into the other, so switching wouldn’t be much of a problem.
That’s funny you’re reading Dune; the other two members of my book club are definitely the quintessential sci-fi reader-type people and they reference that work extensively–maybe I should just read the thing. Tell Libby DPeck says that’s awesome she broke her finger: the only bone ever broken on Daniel Peck’s body was his pinky-finger. I hope you have a great week, not in Florida
Love,
Daniel
wow… seems like quite an adventure…
please tell libby i’m praying for her and her pinky
Poor Libby…was that the right hand or the left hand? You can’t play frisbee with a broken right pinkie…
What color of a cast did she choose? Is it a cast just on the finger?
Good news: she should stil be able to cheer with a broker finger
I have a feeling that DPeck’s comment to Libby will make her feel terribly important. Better watch out or Rachel and Michael will be breaking their pinky fingers before the next sports practice.
Excelsior stuff is going well: my main worry is formatting the thing and getting all that editing done. But so far everything has been pretty smooth sailing. Give yourself a pat on the back: both the editor and the online editor this year are happy graduates of your AP class.
I’m going to check my settings: I might somehow be hindering your reception of my posts.
–K.
Hi, I’m Stephan. You don’t know me, but I’m taking a survey. What do you think of the anti-semitic things Mel Gibson said while intoxicated? Were you offended? Do you forgive him? Please comment me back.
-Stephan
I knew you’d see the light. Pronunciation is mostly subjective. For example, I’ve heard “Ay-tree-ides” and “Ah-tray-dees”. And lets not start on “Mua’dib”. Frank Herbert himself said, I believe, that they were pronounced however the reader wanted to pronounce them.
Yes, I’m that kind of compassionate mom, too, but worse. My daughter fell on the ice a few years back & was acting all whiny & dramatic (as usual!). Nobody saw it happen, so I said, “You’ll be fine. Go sit on the bench.”…….. when she started crying & taking off all her outer wear on a below zero day, I realized something was wrong….. she had a mild concussion!! Poor baby!!:( I felt horrible! …… she’s fine, though, really!!
SEE! This is why we tell the story about the boy who cried wolf!!! Or, in this case, “the girls who whine & overdramatize when nothing’s wrong”!! lol!
My cousin enticed me into a game of touch football after I extracted promises from her that it would only be TOUCH football. She lied. At least I didn’t break anything. Sorry for Libby, that has to really smart.