Clumsy

Apparently walking is an art that I haven't quite mastered yet.   I fell Monday walking in a hallway.   No water, in fact the floors have a tile on them that is slip resistant.   Well, I can say that is probably true because my feet didn't slip out from under me, I just went down.   I got myself home, propped and iced my foot and felt sorry for myself.    Tuesday, because every male I ran into said "go to the doctor" I did.    Just in case and so they would stop.

I called the orthopedist we used for TInkerSon2 when he played sports.  He was there at least once a season, and whenever anyone else had a bone problem, we went there.     Apparently it has been so long since we have been to see this doctor, they deleted us from the system.   Which I guess is a good sign.   Right? 

Nothing broken, but you did sprain the top of your foot.   Super.   A broken bone means a cast of some sort, which means no pain for a few weeks, then you're better.   A sprain?   Yep.   Here's a boot to help with compression and immobilization,   Of course it fits inside your shoe.   No.   It doesn't unless said shoe is a flip flop.   Which was the shoe of choice anyway because my foot was so swollen none of my shoes fit anyway.   And it will feel better in 3-4 weeks.   Try not to move your toes.     When you tell your toes not to move, that is all they want to do.    They have minds of their own apparently.  

My bandage from drugstore makes it feel better than that expensive-ass boot, and my shoes fit again - yay

The worst part about this fall was that I was carrying my favorite mug.    It is a simple mug (I should name it Glen).    It keeps my hot beverages hot for over an hour if I remember to put the lid on it.    Just sitting around knitting or reading, it keeps my coffee hot until I'm ready for a refill.

I ordered a new one before I went to bed Monday night.    You'd think that if I love it so, I would have more than one.   I have lots of mugs, and I like them, this one wasn't cheap and I am.   But it came on Thursday, and is sitting in front of me right now with hot coffee.


Here is the best thing about this week.    The little boy is doing well.

Life and Death

We welcomed a new baby into our family on Saturday.   Sweetest little boy who has a "real" name but needs a handle for this blog.   Maybe I should have a contest?   hahahaha!   TinkerBabyBoy?   Dunno, I'll think on it some more.

And Tuesday we said good bye to a friend of TinkerSon2.  Tommy had a motorcycle accident on fathers day, and after being in a coma for almost 3 weeks  passed away.

Tommy and TS2 were great friends in high school.   Of course, after graduation, they went their separate ways and lost touch.    When TinkerDaughter moved back home three years ago, she made new friends, and one night went to a party so took her brother.    She called me later and said do you remember Tommy?   Sure, he was a sweet, big kid, always had a smile, always willing to help out and the nicest guy.    Apparently he was also dating TinkerDaughter's friend.   She said that the two of them walked in the door, TinkerSon2 and Tommy took one look at each other, shouted each other's  name and then hugged for 5 minutes.    They apparently were inseparable the rest of the night and it was rather sickening.   Silly boys.   

Last year Tommy got married, it was not a good experience, and I won't sully this post with the story, that is for another day.  In a year or two.  Maybe.  Lets just say that he and the bride lost all their friends over the event.  And less than 3 months later, they separated.   

He never reconnected with his friends.    Various guys would periodically try over the next few months to reconnect, but by the first of this year, they just stopped.   Thought they would try again this summer when maybe he wasn't so raw.   They made plans to just gang up on him and force the issue.  

Because Tommy was in the same hospital TinkerDaughter had her baby, TinkerSon2 even got to get a 2-for-1 parking pass last Sunday.   He went to visit his sister and new hunting buddy, and then went and spent almost 2 hours with Tommy's parents.   Said it was a good visit and they seemed very up beat.   He told me, I should have forced Tommy to see me last winter.   I told him he couldn't force Tommy to do anything Tommy didn't want to do, and  the only thing he could do was keep in touch with Tommy's parents, visit at the hospital, and when Tommy got better, he would be a captive audience so they could reconnect then. 

I am watching my grown son walk around with a hollow look in his eyes and no emotion in his voice.    I can feel the guilt eating away at him.   Now we will never know why Tommy cut everyone out and wouldn't let anyone reconnect.   I hope he knows how much he was loved and admired and how much he will be missed.

 But we do know that he was a wonderful friend, brother and son.  

Happy July!

New month.   New ‘tude.   New member of our family.   After a mere 12 hours, TinkerDaughter gave birth to TinkerGrandSon.   GOTTA come up with a better name for him than that.    It isn’t as if we haven’t known he was a boy for the past several months.   Tempted to offer a contest, but that seems a little crass, doesn’t it? 

Textbook pregnancy.  Textbook  delivery.   So of course, TinkerDaughter had to pay during recovery.    But by all accounts all is well, and they will probably go home this afternoon.  

Let the fun times begin!