Whew!

Nothing like getting a call at 8:30am from your daughter saying she thinks she broke her hand and has to go to the ER. Just got home a little while ago from watching Vivi while Dear Daughter went to the ER. Laura is home and is fine, except for the cast she has to wear for six weeks.

She was walking back from taking Lucy to school and stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk, which are pretty bad in her neighborhood from all the old trees that grow around there. Had her hands in her vest pocket and couldn't break her fall. Ran forward a bit trying to recover, then slammed into the sidewalk on her right wrist and right knee. Ow. :( Poor thing and she's right handed too. Luckily she's somewhat ambidextrous (as am I) so she'll be able to compensate to an extent.

She was in so much pain they gave her major drugs while they set the bone. They were even going to put her out to do it but she said no way! HA! Just like me, I hate being drugged too.

Papa and I rushed over when she called, of course. Papa and I took one look at her hand and said, yup, it's fractured. Papa drove her to the ER, Jason came by later to pick her up.

She's home now, with little Lucy and Vivi. Lucy was adorable when she came home from school and saw Mommy's arm in a sling, said she'd help Mommy with everything. And she will, too, Lucy is such a little helper, that one! Vivi was still napping, so we won't see her reaction but she's also very caring and I know she'll lavish love on Mommy.

Just glad it wasn't worse, like the fairly deep scar I now have on my forehead from a similar accident a few months ago. I was walking down the hall with Vivi on my hip, it was dusk and the lights weren't on yet, and did the same thing; hit the toe of my sandal on a toy the kids must've left out that I didn't see and simply could not regain my balance. I stumbled forward, almost running, Vivi on my hip, trying to recover but couldn't. I could have, if I dropped Vivi, but I sure as hell wasn't going to drop the baby to brace myself. So I pitched forward holding on to Vivi with a death grip and banged my forehead on a kiddie chair. I didn't understand I'd even done it until I felt the blood run down my face. I still have a scar there, I'll have it for life. Papa calls it my Hero Nana Scar, heh. :) Says it's a "life scar" and I should be proud of it.

Better me hurt than the baby, that's for sure. Vivi was a bit shaken up from hitting the ground but perfectly fine.

Just goes to show you never know when something like that can happen. I must continue to remind myself to slooooowwww down. Rushing is good in emergencies, otherwise, I really need to take my time. I will add this to my list of things I must work on.

It's a looooong list, folks. Long.

Anyway, no meditation today, although Daws and I did fill out our Q&A book we're loving so much this morning before we got the call/text.

And I got to blog! See? *points at blog* YAY ME! Hahaha...

Kids

The grandkids are an endless source of delight and we're so fortunate that they live only 10 minutes away, all three of them.

Lucy, the eldest, has hit that stage where she is beginning to think she knows it all. And she's only five and a half! Yesterday I watched both her and Vivian while Daddy had an appointment and Mommy had to work. She was watching the new "Annie" movie and kept griping every time anyone walked in front of the screen. "I can't see!" she complained. When anyone talked, "I can't hear!" she'd whine. Of course, this didn't stop her from running around playing with her sister off and on, thereby crossing the screen herself. or from talking loudly whenever she felt the need, thereby preventing others from hearing the dialog.

Not that we *wanted* to, the movie appears to be woefully lacking in quality, sorry to say.

Finally in frustration, she ended up standing on the wooden entertainment system and clinging to the TV, all but mashing her face against the screen.

"Lucy, get down! That's dangerous!"

"It's my TV, I can stand here if I want!"

Oh, no you DIDN'T!

"Lucy, it's not your TV," Papa and I chorused, "It's your PARENTS' TV! You don't own anything here, it's all theirs and you just get to use it."

Lucy had the good grace to look slightly abashed.

But only slightly. After all, she's FIVE and she knows EVERYTHING and if she doesn't, she'll soon learn enough about it so she can lecture you on it.

Guaranteed.

Not off to a good start, eh?

yeah, I'm supposed to be blogging every day. Oops.

Let's see, what can I talk about? Well, I did my first official meditation this morning, five minutes. I'm a beginner, yanno. Five minutes is about all I can muster up. It was nice, I found some instructions online on how-to that didn't have an overtly spiritual focus. Just pragmatic, "this is how ya do it, so do it". I definitely felt calm and happy once I finished so I will continue.

My daughter gave us a book to write in every morning, it has a question for the day and we do it for three years and compare our answers. Really enjoying doing this together.

Won't be able to start the super-duper-strict diet/exercise until next week as the Hubs sister is coming to visit this week and we'll be all over the place as far as booze/food goes. Looking forward to starting fresh next week, though!

Well, thus ends the most boring blog ever.

Stay tuned for hopefully more exciting prose coming from moi.

Journaling for 2015

Recently I read that journaling is good for you, along the lines of meditating being good for you. So I'm going to try both this year.

Not sure who still reads here, if anyone, but it doesn't really matter as I'm going to be doing this mostly for me. :)

Also, I miss writing. I used to take a great deal of satisfaction in writing my various blogs over the years. I only stopped because it seems life had sped up to the point where I didn't have the time anymore. But I think I need to make the time, I think it was good for me on a level I didn't realize until I stopped.

Now, the writing part I know how to do, but the meditation part, eh...not so sure about that.

I'll keep ya'll posted on the meditation.


I had a lot more here but I took it out. I don't want to offend anyone, not in today's age especially. In our increasing need to be uber tolerant, we've become more intolerant than ever, it sometimes seems to me.