Ooh boy. Really? ANOTHER trip to the doctor?
I'm not a person who rushes to get stitches every time someone gets cut. I mean, I'll do just about anything to avoid the situation myself (that super glue they call Liquid Bandage is pretty awesome stuff) but when Lily sent me a picture of the cut I said, "I'll come stay with Maggie and Gibson and you can take him in."
I got to the house and Owen had calmed down some. He was able to show me the cut and sure enough, I thought he should go get it all sewed up.
So I played with Maggie and Gibson while his mama took him to the Urgent Care where a very nice doctor did a beautiful job in my opinion and said that if it had gone any deeper, they would have had to do surgery on the tendon.
Lily reported that when they gave him the numbing shot, everyone in the building heard Owen's reaction. I felt so bad for him. He's gone through so much in his short life when it comes to things like this.
Maggie and Gibson were good and I have to admit I let Gibson watch way too much Sponge Bob but whatever. We did go outside a little bit. It was such a beautiful day.
So. That's what happened on this particular Sunday. Among other things.
May and Michael stopped by the Urgent Care while Lily and Owen were waiting, to give a little moral support to the boy and May gave Lily something she bought for me at Goodwill last week. She'd texted me and told me that she'd scored THE VERY BEST THING FOR ME EVER but she wasn't going to tell me what it was. So when Lily and Owen got back to the house, Owen's hand all neatly bandaged, he handed over a pretty blue bag and I reached in to find this dress.
An absolutely beautiful and flawless Johnny Was dress that if I'd seen it in a real store, I would have cursed Johnny Was himself for making such beautiful shit that I can't afford but it's MINE! I believe I will wear it every night when we are in Mexico. I mean, EVERY NIGHT!
Can't you just see me on the back of a moped wearing that piece of confection? Oh yeah.
Best Goodwill find ever. It was on the "boutique" rack but it was still less than twenty bucks and I feel as if fortune has fallen upon me and I am so grateful to my daughter for finding it and buying it for her old mother who never feels beautiful but might just feel a little beautiful, wearing that.
So I came on home and cleaned out the hen house and watered the porch plants.
Here's a picture of one of the confederate rose blooms. I post at least one every year but have not gotten a good one this year.
Still not a great shot but they're so fine and fancy. Speaking of confection.
I got out in the garden and got enough thinnings of my little baby seedlings to be part of our salad tonight and I did a little weeding and Maurice came out to help me.
I was so pleased for her company until the bitch attacked my hand. Twice. Why, Maurice? Why? She gave me two good puncture wounds and I let her know that I was not happy with her. Not at all. And I'd just given her some tuna juice not an hour before! Dang that cat. Why do I even put up with her, much less love her?
No idea. She's just crazy.
I guess maybe I can relate to that.
Mr. Moon is home again and did not shoot a deer but had a good time in the woods and hanging out with the dude friends. I am so very, very glad to have him home and I think that he's always happy to get back to his wife and our animals and funky old house after a few days away although I have to say that he certainly isn't unhappy when it's time to leave again.
Well, on Tuesday we will have been married for 32 years so I guess it works for us, whatever it is.
I won't be doing a morning post tomorrow as I am going to be at the hospital with my friend who is having surgery. I am hoping so hard that all goes well. But I'll probably report in tomorrow night.
Life just keeps throwing us curve balls, doesn't it? I remember when Hank was just a very little guy and he said to me, "I don't know why people even make plans, Mama. They never seem to work out."
Of course, he is now one of the biggest planners I know but he had a point.
Let's all stay well for awhile, okay? No more diseases or viruses or cuts or broken bones. Or any other damn thing that I don't even want to possibly invoke by saying the names out loud.
Come on, people. We can do this.
A full day in the life. I know that invocation thing (cue Stevie Wonder's Very Superstitious).ReplyDelete
The word "superstition" completely and totally came to my mind as I wrote that line.Delete
I think Owen has had enough of this, and good luck to your friend tomorrow.ReplyDelete
Yes. Owen says he has learned his lesson about broken glass.Delete
And thank you for your words on my friend. She has had the best of luck in her life and the worst. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
That is a nasty gash! And those before needles hurt like a sonofabitch. Owen is a grave little dude.ReplyDelete
Mary! That dress is the last word on perfect dresses. I would love to find something like that. Gorgeous.
Owen is brave. When he and his mama were about to leave to go to the doctor today, he and I were hugging each other.Delete
"Are you coming too?" he asked me. Oh. How I wish I could have.
Can you believe that dress?
Brave! Not grave. Stupid autocorrect.Delete
Yikes! That is a nasty cut. Hugs to the O-boy and wishes for a quick mend.ReplyDelete
You will look beautiful in that dress, Mary. Good find, May! x0x0x0 N2
It was indeed a nasty cut. Right down to the tendon. Thank god it went no further.Delete
How amazing is it that May found that dress?
Poor Owen - it looks as though he almost lost a finger!ReplyDelete
On a more positive note, I can absolutely imagine you swishing around in that dress on a beautiful beach, all Stevie Nicks style!
It is so funny that you should say that, Wayne. Back when I was thinner and more gorgeous, two of my boy- friends (as in, boys) said that I reminded them of Stevie Nicks. And I have never liked her! But I can't say that being compared to her sucks.Delete
oh goodness.......a day with curve balls thrown in just to keep you on your toes! Poor Owen, I'm glad that is over for the poor little man. And that dress is to die for......you will be even more fabulous and lovely in that dress! Will think of your friend tomorrow, and you, there to support and love her/himReplyDelete
Thank you, Susan.Delete
I am so sorry for Owen. What a nasty cut that is! I'm glad he has pain meds. May's find is beautiful! You will look gorgeous in it! I wish the best to your friend.ReplyDelete
I felt so terrible for Owen too. He'll be okay but...damn, right?Delete
Poor Owen. But maybe he will be a doctor. Children who have more than the usual Buber of medical encounters are more likely to develop an interest in medicine as a profession. Who knows? I'm just glad he's feeling better. And wishing the best for your friend's surgery tomorrow. It's good she'll have you there.ReplyDelete
I think at this point that Owen probably just wants to be a fireman like your boy. Or something manly. I asked him the other day if he wanted to be a writer and he told me in no uncertain terms that he did NOT!Delete
We shall see.
Number not Buber. I'm on my phone and it has a hyperactive case of autocorrect!ReplyDelete
I know. What the hell with this October? I'm glad that Owen's newest ordeal is over and hope that his sweet little hand heals quickly. I will be thinking of you in my dreams as you go to the hospital with your friend.ReplyDelete
Thank you, dear friend.Delete
Poor boy! That will be a scar to tell a story all through his life.ReplyDelete
As for Maurice, would you let a vet look into her mouth? My cats would bite me when they had too much plaque and/or rotting teeth or painful inflammations of the gum.
Maurice has done this for the entire time she's been with me. This is just her way, I think. She's odd.Delete
Yeesh! Poor Owen! That is a scary-looking cut. (Very Halloween, though.)ReplyDelete
The dress IS terrific. I hope I get to see it first-hand in Mexico! I hope all goes well with your friend's surgery. And who knows re. Maurice. It's impossible to figure out what cats are thinking -- especially since I think they operate on 98 percent instinct and 2 percent conscious intent.
You're right about cats although it may be more like 99.9 perfect instinct.Delete
And who knows? You might just see that dress in Mexico!
why yes, that is a gorgeous dress and the best find ever. my confederate rose has got some weird disease where it stopped growing and the when it did start growing again it got all weird and gnarly and then it put buds on late that are yellowing and falling off but I may get one or two flowers. as for Owen, that's the way it is with little boys. my grandson lived at the emergency room with one mis-hap after another. here's a tip, don't get him a skateboard.ReplyDelete
God. That would be terrible. Good advice. Thank you.
Poor Owen. Poor Lily! He's living life to the full adventure, though.ReplyDelete
Mary, that dress. Excellent work, May!
Would it be worth the hassle of playing with MAurice til she's too exausted to feel he need to bite? Like with a fishing rod toy? I know she's an extrmely active cat with all her hunting and fighting, but it might take the pscycho down a bit?
Maurice does not play. Period. And it doesn't take her any energy to bite at all. She just does it. Grab and bite. One wonders about her early childhood.Delete