Well, that is a far more cheerful picture than the one I could post at this moment. About an hour ago there was a family group text with a picture of Owen lying on a bed in a medical facility with a sling on his arm. I'd post it but he looks too sad and in pain and there is no need for that.
My poor baby.
He was skateboarding...
These boys and their arms! And sometimes legs. This is not the first time Owen has broken an arm. He'll be okay. They are going to just wrap it tonight and tomorrow he'll go to the orthopedic clinic to get it set properly. I wish we had stock in that clinic.
I talked to Lily and a little bit to Owen and I could tell his pain was severe. "Have they given him anything for pain?" I asked.
"Not yet," she said.
"Well, see if they will."
It seems to me that the medical people just do not consider the pain levels of children the way they do with adults which is ridiculous and not right. But Lily found a nurse and they have given him some morphine which, as we all know, will get the job done. He's in the same ER facility that I was in almost exactly a year ago with my appendix and I will never forget the relief that morphine brought to me before they got me into surgery. I am hoping that it does the same for our boy.
Aside from that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?
Actually, it's been a very fine day.
Vergil went hunting this morning at our friend Tom's house and he got a doe. Almost all of the meat that their family eats is meat that has been hunted or fished by Vergil or Mr. Moon so this is a big deal. He brought it over here to process because all of the equipment is here and Jessie and the boys came out with ice to keep the deer on because that is how it is done. And since it was a Sunday morning I made a nice breakfast of biscuits and bacon and eggs. We ate on the porch and it was sweet.
And then, I finally mopped the kitchen, pantry, and the bathroom.
I was embarrassed to let Mark see the state the kitchen floor was in. He is actually a very neat and tidy person and is the first house-sitter we've ever had who actually cleaned BEHIND THE TAPS on the kitchen sink.
I swooned when I saw that.
I'll be relieved when he pulls into the driveway.
"I know," he said,"I love you too," and I could hear the thickness of tears in his throat. He doesn't really know but he will learn. As we all must do.