Pyrotechnic olympics and the ER

9 Jul

These two things totally sound related, and I’m sure they often are, but not here. Not today. Ironically I experienced both of these events separately last week, and I still haven’t decided if that’s a good or bad thing.

The 4th of July rocked. This was our view:

A nice lady told us that’s a blue heron there on the dock. It’s way taller than it looks here. I think my husband may have said it was bigger then me, or could take me a fight, or could eat me, or something like that. I disagree. I could snap those spindly legs in a flash.

Here are our happy captains. They sure are cute. And goofy.

Here’s me and my mom. Make a mental note of her face…more on her later.

Orca sighting! I highly recommend these life vests for anyone in the market. My kids actually wear them, and that’s saying a lot.

I totally took this picture! It has nothing to do with me, really. Container ships are naturally this beautiful.

Graham cracker wars are cuter than real wars.

Alright, maybe it’s time I explained myself. What’s going on here is a harbor cruise on my mother-in -law’s lovely boat. We took her, my mom, and some buddies out with the intention of bobbing around in the Pacific ocean. Which we did. A few hundred yards from the Queen Mary. Where we saw lots of this:

And this:

And some of this:

An then I accidentally changed the setting on my camera and got this:

But then figured it out just in time for the finale fireworks, which looked like this:

And then I smiled for hours because it was all so magical. I love fireworks. Love, love, love.

But staying up until 10 on a school night is tiring. Orca down.

So that’s all for the 4th. Aren’t you glad we didn’t go to the ER? Nope, that happened later. Remember how I mentioned my mom? So here’s the story.

My god-sister is getting married and we are all atwitter. My god-mom and I threw her bridal shower yesterday with tons of help from family and friends. About half an hour before the party was to begin, my mom started hanging the decorations we had forgotten about until the last moment – some super pretty puffy pink balls that just scream girly-garden-party. Love them.

So she hangs 7 uneventfully. And they are beautiful. The courtyard is positively radiant and as she stands on top of the ladder she sees the first guest arriving on the street. With the pink poof secure, she starts her descent down the ladder and – yep – it teeters. She falls. And breaks her knee in two places.

We of course didn’t know it was broken right off the bat. Serendipitously that very guest who she had seen arriving on the street was a nurse (!), and not just any nurse, but perhaps the sweetest, most knowledgeable and compassionate nurse on the planet. She advised my mom to ice the knee, and trooper that she is, my sweet mama just hiked her leg up on a pillow and beamed through the entire party. That looked like this:

See the bag of ice? And that smile on her face…what a saint.

The party was fabulous, the guests lovely, and the food super yummy. Here are the few shots I managed to snap before I ditched the camera to care-take:

You get the idea. Aside from the shocking and terrible injury the party was glorious. But then it was over and we had to face the reality that poor mama needed a trip to the ER. That’s a story in and of itself, as are the insurance hoops we’ve been leaping through today, but the synopsis is that mom has fractured both her patella and her tibia. She needs an MRI to tell how much ligament damage there is, and she will need surgery within the next 2 weeks to repair it all. Poor, poor mama.

So if you don’t hear from me, either on the inter-web or in whatever circles we run in together, just know I’m taking care of business over here. Send some healing over our way and I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, stow your ladders and steer clear…I have another friend who broke 3 toes falling off a ladder last week. He said he was drinking wine and painting barefoot, which we both agreed was strange. But still, what freaky timing. And being accident prone myself I’ll be taking no risks anytime soon. Be safe, friends! Peace out.

P.S. Mom, hope it’s OK that I just shared this with the world. Now they know and can send you soup. xo

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2 Responses to “Pyrotechnic olympics and the ER”

  1. charmedbylove July 10, 2012 at 4:52 am #

    Hope your mom gets better! And orca’s super duper cute too!

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