He hit the wall before he slid on down and hit me, and the collision started apparently by clipping the wall with his skate, meeting an open doorway and then sliding on down the barrier into me. We knew he’d hurt his wrist, but he was flexing it okay—but after a little rest it went on to give more trouble. We hope it’s only sprained.
We had lunch with OSG, and then I just flat folded up and went to bed for a while. Skating’s hard work, sort of like swimming, and I’m out of shape.
It’s drizzling off and on—much warmer, up in the 50’s, and the koi are coming out from under their shelter to bask in the light a bit. They’re still asleep, kind of on autopilot, but I hope the weather makes up its mind soon and heads for a proper winter so they can get a rest without so much moving about.
Jane remarks that our newly sealed mural is beaded with water, not sopping it up, and this is a good thing.
On the writing front I’m on a rewrite now, headed for the ending: a book always gets longer while I’m doing the cleanup and knitting up the sloppy spots. You can’t always be brilliant when you write, but you need to be at some point…and getting the text cleaned up is always a good feeling. There’s a point at which you’re just sure it’s gone to complete disorganized chaos, and then you rewrite and find it all pulls together.
Sorry about your skating friend. Hurray on your book though!
From experience with a broken wrist, when you break it, you can’t flex it. You can barely wiggle your fingers for the first few days. If he hasn’t seen a quack yet, he should, but I suspect it’s a solid sprain, maybe jammed or dislocated, a partial fracture at worst.
Glad that sealing the mural worked! It’s raining here for the first time in months, and I suddenly realized that boxes of newspaper for recycling have to be under cover, not on the bonsai table in the back yard.
Also glad to hear the book is taking final shape. The cleanup is hard but satisfying to the soul.
Now I understand how much you hurt! I take a belly dance (torture) drills class on Monday nights, and water fitness Tuesday and Thursday at lunch. On Wednesdays I can barely move. If you think water fitness is easy, try jogging through water that’s up to your shoulders when you stand on the balls of your feet. BACKWARDS! (Our teacher’s favorite word.) The pool is 4’6″ deep and was designed for our swim team, not for recreational use. I’m only 5’3″!
Patiently waiting on word from Joe and a report about Hank’s injury.
I took a nap yesterday also, with cats, as promised at lunch! I didn’t realize you were as tired as I was.
There is nothing quite as satisfying as a good skate, followed by a good lunch with good friends, followed by reading a good book, followed by a good nap nestled in with my babies.
We don’t expect to hear from Joe until Friday, & I haven’t heard a word from Hank yet.
Hope all is well with Hank; sprains can be such insidious things.
Cold here. No real frost *yet* BUT when I was on RT.95 in the next town over yesterday afternoon it snowed. Not a few little flakes. Big wet clumps coming down hard enough to cause visibility problems. Which only proves that Mark Twain was right.
May the rewrite go well and all your characters behave. We wait in happy anticipation for publication.
Yep, Hank was flexing it just fine immediately after the accident. So I have hope is just just sprained. Wrists and ankles swell like crazy after a twist—all those little joints.
Joan & I spoke w/ Hank today: no fractures! 🙂 No word from Joe yet.
BTW, Ari is now the size of a small trout!
Yay! And waiting for Joe!
And life continues to show us humanities nuttiness via Balloon Boy. Does anyone else think this sounds like one of Cajeiri’s exploits?
Arghhhh…I need to do a better edit….of course it should be humanity’s…..humanities is some other realm!
My opinion with too little facts, A child who vomits when he thinks he has said the wrong thing is at least a mentally abused child.
“You said this was for a show!” and then he vomits. And the balloon probably would never have gotten off the ground with a kid in it?
I am thinking it’s a hoax. Let them pay the several million dollar bill and then we can all laugh.
Just finished Regenesis. Thank you for that work.
Hardest part was the last 20 pages when I knew it was going to end.
I am 42 now. When I was 11 my Grandfather handed me a sci fi book club omnibus of the Morgaine novels and said, “Here’s someone you need to meet.”
I haven’t been far away since.
Ummmm….to be clear when I wrote of Cajeiri and Balloon Boy I was not speaking of the reality of what appears to be a very strange family, but the curiosity and growing independent confidence of a young atevi lord.