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.