Monday Miscellany
The Child sprained her finger on Friday. She was playing soccer, fell and jammed the middle finger of her right hand straight down into the sun baked earth. She came home in excruciating pain, her finger the size of a breakfast sausage. She wanted me to call the doctor but I told her that they wouldn't do anything different that I would, which was to ice it, give her doses of ibuprofen and lash the injured digit to her ring finger. (Of course, I called them on Saturday and they confirmed my treatment. If it's not improving by tomorrow or Wednesday they'll want to snap some X-rays but even then they won't be able to do anything more for it than we're doing already).
Poor little right handed thing. I had to type a paper for her yesterday because, well, you try typing with 2 of your fingers wrapped in wads of strapping. Poor little hamfisted dear.
This is going to be a crazy day to start off a semi-crazy week. I'll be going back to school in a few hours for a groundbreaking ceremony. Our little tiny school has raised enough money to build a gym. It's all very exciting. Lots of hooha, bishops in tall pointy hats, "gold" shovels and the whole nine yards. It's been quite an achievement and construction will be completed in time, theoretically anyway, for The Child to play spring volleyball in her own school gym before she graduates. After a very hot weekend, rain is threatening. I hope it holds off because mudbreaking ceremonies are not very glamorous.
Then I come home for another few hours before retrieving the children and then go off to meet The Spouse for the premiere of "Fortune Hunters" at the Seattle International Film Festival. This is a very big deal for all involved in the project and I can't wait to see the audience reaction. I hope lots and lots of people come. If you live in Seattle, you should call about tickets. Really, you should. There's nothing on TV tonight anyway.
The Neighbor's Daughter is coming to hangout with The Child. This is very sweet of the Daughter and very exciting for The Child. Mary Catherine, as we like to call her, is the big sister The Child never had.
I must away. I cannot see the top of my desk, there is a stack of ephemera at my feet and I simply must do something about it all because the very thought of it is making me cranky.
Poor little right handed thing. I had to type a paper for her yesterday because, well, you try typing with 2 of your fingers wrapped in wads of strapping. Poor little hamfisted dear.
This is going to be a crazy day to start off a semi-crazy week. I'll be going back to school in a few hours for a groundbreaking ceremony. Our little tiny school has raised enough money to build a gym. It's all very exciting. Lots of hooha, bishops in tall pointy hats, "gold" shovels and the whole nine yards. It's been quite an achievement and construction will be completed in time, theoretically anyway, for The Child to play spring volleyball in her own school gym before she graduates. After a very hot weekend, rain is threatening. I hope it holds off because mudbreaking ceremonies are not very glamorous.
Then I come home for another few hours before retrieving the children and then go off to meet The Spouse for the premiere of "Fortune Hunters" at the Seattle International Film Festival. This is a very big deal for all involved in the project and I can't wait to see the audience reaction. I hope lots and lots of people come. If you live in Seattle, you should call about tickets. Really, you should. There's nothing on TV tonight anyway.
The Neighbor's Daughter is coming to hangout with The Child. This is very sweet of the Daughter and very exciting for The Child. Mary Catherine, as we like to call her, is the big sister The Child never had.
I must away. I cannot see the top of my desk, there is a stack of ephemera at my feet and I simply must do something about it all because the very thought of it is making me cranky.
Labels: Fortune Hunters, lots of hooha, paperwork, that's gotta hurt
cobbled together by Moi at 8:58 AM
11 Comments:
Please give The Child our sympathies, not a fun thing to have happen nearing the beginning of summer fun.
And congratulations to The Spouse...will there be a red carpet photo moment?
As The Child soldiers on with her sprained finger, strains of Abba's "Super Trooper" can be heard in the background.
Just for the heck of it, you should put "lots of hooha" into your blog tag just to see what happens.
Give my baby a hug for me.
Saw the poor babe after church yesterday, and she was in surprisingly good spirits considering her hamfistedness. She's a love, that girl. Hope she gets better soon.
Happy Gymnasium Day!
Big, huge hugs to The Spouse tonight...so exciting that his work will be featured at SIFF this evening! Do enjoy the festivities...we'll be waiting with baited breath for your post tomorrow...what fun!
Will you sign my People magazine because I know you will be dripping in Kenneth J. Lane jewels and a D&G frock, right? You might make the cover. Poor girl...isn't it amazing that last week she was finagling to stay home from school with an adult conversation and now she is your sweet child again with a booboo.
S: Sympathies duly recorded. As for the red carpet, I'm just hoping to avoid stepping into puddles.
J: Fortunately, the injury has not affected her ability to be a Dancing Queen.
JP: You know I don't mean what you mean by hooha, right? Although it sure would make a cute label.
She has been hugged.
SCG: Yes, funny thing about the pain. It manifests most when she is asked to oh, make a salad or set the table or do homework. Doesn't seem to interfere a bit with her badmitton game.
R: If I bumped Angelina from the cover of "People" I'll totally sign your copy. Bad news about the jewels, though. I actually rented some baubles from Harry Winston but darned if they didn't confuse the order and send me cuff links. Idiots. And my silly D&G frock is at the cleaners because I dropped caviar on it last night. But I am going to curl my hair, for what it's worth.
Just popping in. Have fun!
it's always the middle finger!
Thanks, Hat.
Mouse, ain't it, though?
Hope the child is on the mend soon.... any chance it may be her middle finger? That would be great for flipping people off... big and fat birds at those who peeve her!
kendall
OOPS, just went back and re-read... yep middle finger.... BIRDS FOR EVERYONE!
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