I CAN DRIVE!!!

I can drive!   I can drive!  I can drive!   I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!

breathe…..

I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive! I can drive!

I went to my orthopedist’s office today and the PA said that I can drive.  I have to wear an air cast and then put the walking cast back on before I get out of the car.  And I shouldn’t walk much; the bones are healing well and if I mess that up, surgery, metal plates and metal pins are in my future.  No way.  

BUT, I have watched Dr. Phil two days in a row, y’all.  And that ain’t right.

A girl’s gotta bounce, yo.  

I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive! I can drive!  I can drive!  I can drive!

In My Next Life I Will Be A Dancer

Unless I come back as a mouse or an elephant or a tree or something....

Do you think that once I get rid of this:

I will be able to do this?






I couldn't before I broke my ankle.

But a girl can dream?

Confused?

Photo from Eater

Read on.

You'll still be confused.

Or grossed out.

Who Knew?

When did Hong Kong move?

Oh c'mon Texas, just stop it already...

And just who put him on the House-Senate Energy Conference Committee?
And then made him chairman?

Souvenirs

from my trip to Texas.

Two crutches.  One of two gowns from the ER.  

Strange souvenirs, you say?

Yes, they are, but this is why:

A very broken ankle from a fall I took less than a day after my arrival.  (Pretty, isn't it?  No? Sorry.) 

The nice people at the ER wanted to cut my jeans off in order to put on the plaster cast, which I would not be able to pull jeans off and on over.  I protested, and they sent me home wearing a hospital gown.  

Problem!  It barely tied closed in the back.  

Solution!  They pulled out what I thought was a robe to match the gown.  How nice, I thought. But when I got back to my daughter's house, I realized that it was just two gowns, one tied in the back, one in the front.  No beautiful matching gown and robe.  My daughter LOVED them, so I left one with her. I'm nothing if not generous.

What I have learned:  

*Look before you step, in case there IS a step where you don't expect one.

*Have lots of minions.  While I was at my daughter's house, I had four young minions, VERY willing and cheerful minions to do my bidding.  (It helped that I had an iPad and iPhone stocked with games.) Here I have one otherwise occupied minion, my husband, and he is not motivated by electronic games. Also, he works from home, so he does have other responsibilities and isn't so quick to respond to my requests.  rats

*I hate crutches.  Hate. Hate. Hate.

*If you are going to be incapacitated by an injury, don't  do it during the BEST WEATHER OF THE YEAR.  Dayum.

*I saw my first botoxed man.  I've seen a few botoxed and otherwise-enhanced women, but not men. My orthopedist came into the exam room and I couldn't take my eyes off him, not because he was pretty, but because he was botox-pretty  Not a good look.

However!

I did have a great time at my daughter and son-in-law's home, thoroughly entertained by their cute, funny, helpful children.

AND, before the aforementioned orthopedist I saw a couple of days after my visit to the ER could tell me NO, I went to Hill Country Weavers and bought some yarn I need, wonderful light Shelter from Brooklyn Tweed.  I can't get it in Atlanta, so I was determined to get it during my trip.

A sweater's worth!

So once I get comfortable enough to knit,  I am well-stocked with projects.

And apparently I will have plenty of time.