I haven’t been doing much lately. Not much reading, or updating the blog (really need to get back to that), or even fixing stuff up around the house (really, really need to finish that up). I’ve been a little distracted with my my Dad’s injury, the 6 month anniversary of my uncle Arnie and my dog passing away and today is also the 14th anniversary of my Grandfather passing.
I’ve been a little worried about my Dad. You see, every 40 year or so he tries to lose one or so of his appendages. It was nice out last week, so he decided to take the day off and go fishing with my Mom. As they were launching the boat the rope got fouled, wrapped around his thumb and ripped the end off. My Dad, whom you might describe as stoic in the face of adversity, wrapped it up in his hanky, told my Mom to bring the trailer back down so they could load the boat back on it, and then insisted on driving to the ER in Garrison. My Mom had seen the boat buck a little off the trailer upon launch, and my Dad reach down real quick, but didn’t realize how bad he was actually hurt until they got to the ER. She said it kinda grossed out the nurse on duty, too. From Garrison they took the boat back to Minot and stowed it, then off to Trinity ER to get it stitched and see if the doctor thought it might need surgery.
Those of a week stomach should look away now.