Well, I was rather roughly jolted out of my ennui yesterday - last night, really, at about 8:30 - with a phone call from my DD - the one who owns the house here and lives next door to us on the other side - saying that DD30 had just called her from the hospital to tell her that she and her DH were there with MY HEART, little Morgan, my wonderfully bright and beautiful little seven-year-old granddaughter, who had fallen from a bunk bed at their friend’s house and broken her poor little arm in two places. She broke both bones in her forearm - radius and ulna - and it had managed, somehow to twist around rather frighteningly. Right after we determined that we’d each take about five minutes to dress and rush down to the hopital, DD30 called me in tears, saying that she needed me. Oh, my poor, poor babies - all of them, you know? DD30’s sweet husband was there too of course (they had all been at the friend’s house for a farewell dinner of sorts for the friend’s cousin, whom they are all very close with, and who graduated from college at the end of December and is now doing her “grand tour” of Europe, which she has been saving for for ages.) DD30 and her DH - and poor little Morgan, who is just the sweetest, bravest little thing - were all struggling to maintain their composure for each other and I was struck (again, as I frequently am) by what a beautiful family they have created together. DD30’s DH is a high school math teacher, and of course teaches Morgan ahead of her level - just as a game, you understand - and so when they began to administer the conscious sedation in order to reduce and set the break, the nurse told Morgan to think good thoughts about something she enjoyed doing, and so once it was over and she was coming awake, someone asked her what she had dreamed about, and she said “music and math“. How lucky that they spent last week out in Cali, did Disneyland and the rock climbing and hiking and such. If they were going next week, for example, she certainly would be so restricted in what she would be able to do.

So, we all got each other through the night, with phone calls back and forth to “Uncle Richie” out in Los Angeles, back and forth to my DH who was taking care of our other grandchild at home, and calls, of course, to DD30’s friends, who were devastated that Morgan had been hurt at their house - on “their watch” so to speak, even though, of course, her mummy and daddy were right there as well.

At any rate, the hospital experience was much better than I expected - typically, there are long waits in the emergency room, and this time, there wasn’t. The triage nurse - a wonderfully energetic and absolutely darling little Vietnamese woman - not only got her through the admissions process immediately, but called to have someone come down and replace her in triage, and she followed along with Morgan’s care throughout the whole night. I even caught her shedding  a tear or two and was struck by her concern, although to be perfectly honest, it worried me just a bit - thinking that there might be something going on that I hadn’t been told, or something.

Anyway, all went relatively well, and Morgan is now encased in a cast from an inch or so below her shoulder down over her fingers, with just the ends from the knuckles down showing. Oh, and she had her first soccer practice yesterday, played like a champ from the first, and was issued her mum’s old soccer shirt number. Well, there won’t be any more of that until next season.

Last night of course was Wednesday - pasta night at my house - and despite knowing that DD30 & DH & Morgan wouldn’t be here, I made the usual huge potful, so my refrigerator has two overstuffed gallon-sized bags full of the stuff, and we’ll all eat it tonight, undoubtedly.

I am home from work. Didn’t get home until after midnight and there was no way I could drive into Boston today. I needed a break, anyway. But I can’t say I’m too pleased with how I’ve been provided with one. Goes to show that you should be a little careful about complaining about boredom, or whatever, since the universe seems to take those complaints quite literally and find some way to relieve the boredom for you, too often in ways that you’re not too crazy about. Just one more example of why it really is better to focus on what’s good, rather than what’s not-so-good in our lives. Like energy flows together and creates its own momentum every time. Think negatively, and sure enough, you’ll experience negativity. Think more optimistically, and well, you’ll attract the good stuff. And, until you get to the “good stuff”, you have to practice optimism even when there’s no concrete evidence in sight. Kind of an “in progress” thing, as feathers alludes to.

I’m going to grocery shop today and then later DH & I will walk, and then even later, we’ll have our belated “pasta party”.

The sun is out, I slept until nearly 10:00, and life is okay again.

I won’t weigh myself.

Hugs,

Z