Bob's birthday was last Monday. As usual time crept up on me, and I was not prepared for the day. On Sunday I quizzed him as to what he had in mind for his day, and got very little in response. We were going out to do our estate-saleing and I offered to do the driving as a sort of b-day gift. He liked that idea. So I did that and asked for some more ideas. He thought out loud about whether he really wanted me cook something for dinner or go somewhere. I asked what he might like me to cook. Nothing came to mind. I'm not insulted by this. Finally he decided that he wanted a whole lobster. So we will go somewhere. In the meantime, I am driving us around to a record 5 estate sales on one Sunday afternoon. I get one big headache. Don't know what triggered that, but it hurt. I spent the rest of the day at home. I could not even get out of my chair to go get a card, so there would be no shopping before the big day.
Well, Monday morning came and I still had the headache. Bob did some errands and I finally got to moving around by noon. Then Cassie called. She was on her way to pick up Alex who had "taken a tumble at school and needed an x-ray." A couple hours later we are picking up Alex at the Village Inn and Cass is going to go back to work.
We walk in and he says "I have a broken bone in two places -- here and here." He points to his arm, which is in a sling in a temporary cast. Then he asks us if we have ever seen a picture of our bones. He has. And for someone who has to take a listening skills class, he sure had a lot of information for us.
Well I am thinking we are all going to be sitting around encouraging Alex for the evening and there won't be much b-day celebrating. Not at all. The family gathers at Red Lobster and we all admire Alex's cast and the big lobster.
Oh yeah -- the headache subsided enough for me to go to the store and buy a card and a little cake.
Alex is doing fine. He will see an orthopedic doctor on Tuesday, and I suppose get the real cast. He is not letting this slow him down much. In fact Cassie got a note from the PE teacher saying she had not explained to Alex that he would not be able to do PE, and that he had been quite upset.
The birthday dinner was fine -- well I hadn't cooked it -- and the cake and card well received. And our little boy has his first broken arm.
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Blessings to Alex. I'm given to understand that it hurts less at his age than it did at 50, when I broke mine. How did it happen?
Nice lotus picture!
Poor Alex. Cindy had a broken arm when she was 4 and Tammie at 8. One of the doctors said the cast would become a weapon after a few days.
When Cindy broke her arm (falling down Nanny's back step) I took her to the hospital. She sat cradling the arm and tearfully said she would wait in the car. I guess she thought some medicine was going to fix it.
Sue
Good luck to Alex with his new cast.
Bob, maybe you should change your birthday celebration...It seems to get overshadowed by other events.
Happy Beelated Birthday anyhow.
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