Saturday, Dec. 18, 2004
It Could Happen
Okay... Maybe I shouldn't fuss so much about getting out of town, even for a few hours. When we left, 00 was in tears because her puppy was jumping on the baby. (The reference is that her son was badly mauled by a dog a little over a year ago and it brought back that memory with a sound clap.)
Over the course of the next three hours, things went from bad to worse.
We drove to Phoenix to go to the movies for Youngest Son's birthday, but before we got there we got a call on Pipeboy's cell phone asking if any of us knew how to re-set a dislocated thumb. And it wasn't a joke. Youngest son and a friend of his were scuffling, carrying out a long-standing tradition of beating the living crap out of each other and calling it fun. Unfortunately this time Youngest son threw a punch at the wrong angle and as a result, the base of his thumb was literally lodged in the back side of his hand, directly opposite the middle of his palm.
I think it's safe to say that "dislocated" was a gross understatement.
Ergo when we arrived, Youngest Son was sitting in the ER with his girlfriend. He phoned and told us to go ahead to the movie because he was going to be there for a while. He said he was okay and would see us later.
Abbreviated version: we agreed to go see the movie and after seeing it, we also agreed that Youngest Son's pain was nothing compared to sitting through Lemony Snicket. The acting was all right, I guess, given what the performers had to work with, but that was precious little. It had too many corny comical asides to pretend drama, and it was entirely too disturbing to be a comedy. I think they were aspiring for a Nightmare Before Christmas effect. What they got was a train wreck of a movie.
When we got out of the movie we called Youngest Son's cell phone, figuring he was still at the ER. But noooo... he'd taken himself home to wait the estimated four hours before he'd be seen. Given that it was by then about 1:30am Pipeboy decided to drive back here, and since his truck was my ride, that meant I had to come back with him and 00.
En route, we got pulled over.
Yep, yep, yep... Some days you're better off following your instincts and remaining in bed all day. Trust me on this, I know whereof I speak.
On top of everything else, we stopped to get gas and I realized that 00 still has one of my Visa cards. I gave it to her to put gas into the old clunker one day this week. She never gave it back. When I asked her about it her comment was, "Oh yeah - oh well, I'll find it when I do laundry."
Don't you just love children????
It's now 3:40am and I am going to bed and hoping that Arizona doesn't experience a 9.0 earthquake and fall off into the ocean. Don't laugh. It could happen.
For your perusal, another quiz result. This one I didn't spot on Diaryland, though.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )