The Reluctant Patriot

Monday was Patriots' Day at Matt's school. It's a whole day of Revolutionary-era activities. There was a program in the morning that including dancing and songs. Matthew danced the minuet with a GIRL.
Unfortunately, Kevin had the camera in Pittsburgh, so we don't have any video of the dance. We do have way too many videos of Steelers football, though.

Matthew was less interested in dancing than making faces at me and asking me to leave. He was upset because I was staring at him. I told him I was watching his 8-person group dance, but he won't buy that. He's complex in the spotlight.

Yes, that's a pirate hat. I almost got away with it, but some kid pointed it out to Matt. I had already shelled out $$ for the costume, I didn't want to hunt down a REAL tri hat as well.

Busted

Ok, who blabbed about my injured hand? I just got a call from Dr. Surfer. Somebody told him that I was complaining of pain and he got right on the case. I had to read to him over the phone all the medicines I was taking and convince him that the infection is getting better and I am following all the rules. Think an IRS audit is bad? Try a medical audit from Dr. Surfer.

No more medical updates on my hand. I'm closing the vault!

Fashion Boy and Christmas

Matthew came out of his room this morning wearing black shorts, an orange Dynamo jersey, and a bright red long-sleeve shirt under the orange jersey. I tried to explain this wardrobe was in violation of the color wheel, but he said, "I do not care about fashion!"

Five people have asked me what Matthew wants for Christmas. I do not know. I know what I want, though.

Also, XM Radio has their Holly 24/7 Christmas music station going. Matthew listens to it in the morning, afternoon and evening. He listen to it year-round if he could.

Powerless

The power keeps going on and off. Our phone doesn't work when this happens (not even the land line). So if you keep getting a busy signal or nothing at all, that's why.

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Playing Ketchup

Pay attention because the recap of this week's events will go fast.

Mom left the hospital, stayed at my house for a few days, then went back home. She's ok now, but will still need surgery in the future.

Kevin and Matt went to Pasadena to see the UCLA game. Meh.

I took Petey the cat to the vet. He bit me on the left and it got infected. I have lots of meds. I type one-handed. I no longer have a left hand, it's just a claw.

The power went out last night. I was ok until the neighbors' generators went on. Then it was like Hurricane Ike all over again, PTSD-wise. Matt went to bed early. I read a book with a flashlight in my claw hand.

Matthew got his school pictures. Long hair is "in," so I let him look shaggy for this picture. He loves it. Just giving you all a heads up when you receive a photo of what looks like Matt straight out of bed. Kids these days...

Promotion

My mom got promoted to the "Bland Diet" for hospital dinner last night. It sounds worse than it is, and the solid food is the last hurdle she has to cross before getting released. Hopefully she'll get sprung today. Then she'll lay low at my house and see if the oral antibiotics are ok in her system. Then she can fly home.

She will definitely have to have surgery in California, so get your Hallmark cards ready.

We Didn't Go to the Quilt Show

On Saturday we were supposed to go to the mother of all quilt shows, but that didn't happen. My mom decided to bring her cranky colon with her to Houston and now she's seeing all the local color one can view from a hosptial bed.

Since pre-dawn Saturday, she's had a ton of IV-admininstered antibiotics. The plan is for more of that. At some point she will graduate to oral antibiotics. Then she and my dad will fly home, where cranky-colon surgery will have to be performed.

She's doing better. Don't expect lots of updates, because it's just two different antibiotics six times a day and not much else to report. Sometimes we talk. Sometimes we watch her sleep. Sometimes we unplug the IV pole from the wall so she can get out of bed. These are not the stirring details on which great blogs are built.