I hope you all had a lovely Easter and/or Passover holiday. Ours was great! We got to attend the Tooleys annual Easter Egg Hunt. More than 500 eggs, races, prizes, food, beverages (some adult beverages) – great fun! I appointed myself as the event photographer and got lots and lots of great photos. A good camera and digital technology make that pretty easy to do.
Easter Sunday started with baskets and mass followed by another egg hunt. Then the kids all went home and Steve and I had a laid back afternoon. Until Mom called, in a panic, at 5:30. The dog bit her.
Taz was Christy's dog and Mom promised to take care of, and love, him. Taz is a mean-tempered 8 lb pure blood Yorkie. He's a bit overweight because Mom gives him table scraps. He ought to be nicer to her!
She was playing with a ball with him. The ball got stuck. Mom reached out to un-stick the ball. The excited, sharp-toothed dog got her in the right forearm. 3" gash, deep enough to nick an artery. You know those CSI crime scenes? There you go. Except that Mom had the presence of mind to only drip on the laminate floor. Way to go, Mom!
So picture Steve and me running down the alley. Steve took Mom immediately to the emergency room. I cleaned up and then took his place at the hospital. After 2.5 hours (not bad for an ER visit), several stitches and steristrips, we headed home for dinner.
It hurts when the pain meds wear off which happened this morning. After seeing her regular doctor, Mom is dosed up and feeling not much pain. She's not moving much either which is good. It will get better.
But wait. There's more!
This afternoon, we lost Elanor. She was at my house with her mom. I ran errands, came back, said "Hi" and "Where's Elanor?" Lorna said "she's here." She wasn't. No Elanor. Not in the pool, not in hollering range. Lorna ran to Mom's – not there. She was GONE. I called 911, which is becoming a depressingly familiar number to dial.
Chris was home and not answering his phone. Lorna waited for police as I zoomed over to check with Chris who was nonplussed when I hammered on the window asking if he knew where Elanor was. (I think that is the first time I've used the word nonplussed.)
She was with him. HIs phone was charging in a far room in their house and he didn't hear it. Elanor said she told her mom she was leaving, Lorna says that no, she did not. I'm guessing that there will be better communication from now on.
The police came and went. I took deep breaths. I don't know what I used to hope for but these days I would really love lots of days in a row where nothing happened. I feel like this:
NOTE: That's Jack in front in the 4 and under foot race. He's really big for 4 so had an unfair advantage in this race. But he was happy to come in first! The little girl in the pink shirt is Lucy, one of his very good friends at Montessori school. They're Irises.
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Oh goodness, I was holding my breath reading this wondering, “What’s next?”
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Oh yeah. Me too… I keep thinking that the dust will settle and then something else happens. Moms regular doctor sort of shakes her head at each new thing.
You know, when I was a kid my Mom had to take me to the ER or doctor very often. I was apparently accident prone. This may be my payback.
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Becky, In your spare time (ha,ha) have you thought about writing a book about your life and your family’s lives. You would have a best seller.
I keep checking to see what will happen next.
Hope, your mother is feeling better.
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Nothing like a huge shot of adrenaline for the day. Nothing is worse than a child out of sight. Ugh brings back memories. I’m glad all worked out well.
Donna
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You certainly don’t lead a boring life, Becky! Of course, I don’t think many of us would like the kind of excitement you had on Easter! I’m hoping this week goes much smoother for you – and that mom feels back to herself soon!
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WOW, that made me tired just reading it! I think you need a vacation from your family. :), No, what would they do without you! You must have the police on speed dial. I hope you have a boring week:)
Oh, I am heading to Cincinnati on Friday for the International Quilt Festival, and your quilt is featured in the online advertising for the show. So, I will get to see another one of your quilts in person there.
Connie
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You know, I’m glad now that my children are all raised and “flown”! I was a real worry-wart and my husband wasn’t. We had some pretty intense arguments about what acceptable behavior was related to leaving and not telling anyone where you were going or what time you expected to be home. He now understands that emotional need of mothers to know approximately (in a short distance) where they kids are. I don’t have any grandchildren who are close (living in several eastern states, and we are in a Rocky Mountain state), and they are 17, 18 and 23, so I don’t have that gut-wrenching feeling anymore about “OMG, where are they?” I’m so glad you found her quickly. It’s just the pits to search for even more than 30 minutes. All kinds of yucky scenarios go through your head and you can’t seem to stop it. I think you deserve another teaching gig, away from home. Or at the very least, as few quiet days at home. Hope you can get that soon.
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Glad your mum is on the mend. Sounds like the dog thinks its in charge. I hate that hollow stomach dropping feeling when you think something has happened to your family. Glad you found Elenor. Have some nice quiet days now. ps. love the way you have incorporated your gradmother’s picture in sampler. Can’t wait to see it.
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