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Broken fingers, Showers and Snot

I spent this weekend in Austin. I arrived there late Thursday. Sadly, Magda was already asleep. I did spend some quality time with Jennifer and Stepan and ate some of the wonderful pot roast of which Jen spoke in her recent entry.
It was delicious.

The next day, Jen, Magda, and the abuelito went for breakfast at Café Java. On our way home I asked for and received the lemon from Benny’s tea. I was going to let Magda chew on it. She had no interest in doing this, so there I sat on the drive home with a lemon wedge in my hand. When Jen pulled into the drive, I opened the car door to toss the lemon wedge to the front lawn. I wanted to make sure it got to the lawn so a drew my hand back and with all the force I could muster tossed the lemon. I slammed my hand into the top of the door. In the eighties, I broke the little finger on my right hand while dancing. I knew, by the amount of pain I experienced, that I had broken it again. Now, a few days later, I decided I did not break my finger, but severly bruised it and the one next to it. In the eighties event, I had been somewhat “medicated” and probably did not feel all the pain the break caused---especially since it happened early in the evening and I stayed til closing time dancing and having fun. Also, my ring finger is so swollen, I cannot wear my ring.

On Saturday, Jen, Step and I went for a long walk through Walnut Creek Park with the pups. Jen also spoke of this in her blog entry. During the walk, when we got to the little stream that runs through the park, we sat Magda down next to the water. She slapped the water and played and really enjoyed herself there. We were gone for a little over 2 hours. Magda slept for possibly 45 minutes during that time. When we got back to the house, we relaxed until it was time to get ready to go out for the evening. We had plans to go ballroom dancing. During this time, Jen and Step’s house was being painted. To protect the window screens from the spray of paint, the painters covered them with plastic. While I was in the shower, I noticed the plastic being peeled away from the window above the bathtub. I remembered thinking; “did they wait til the heard the sound of the shower running to do this. I watched for a bit and saw nobody, so I continued with the business at hand. A few moments later I looked up and saw one of the painters working above the window. If he looked down, he could see me in all my nakedness. Now I know what Adam and Eve felt like when they were trying to hide themselves. I dashed out of the shower, grabbed a towel and finished in Jen’s bathroom.

Sunday was Jennifer’s birthday. She got many gifts. One of them was this mesh covered ball that when squeeze, these disgusting looking boils would appear all over it. Everyone was enthralled with squeezing the ball. Stepan and Elizabeth managed to squeeze the hardest because their squeezes rendered more warty looking things to appear. I gave the ball the last squeezed and was amazed to see one of the boils keep growing and growing. I did not realize at first that the ball had burst and was oozing the yellow snotty looking goo all over my hand.

There are a few footnotes to this entry:
1. This is the second time I have written this. Last night while I was watching the football game, something happened and all but the orizinal blurb disappeared. The original writing was more clever than this one, I assure you.

2. The paint job on the house looks fantastic. It is pale yellow, with dark green trim. My favorite part is the red door.

3. When I was leaving Jen’s house Sunday evening, I dropped my suitcase on my right foot. So, in addition to having two bruised fingers on my right hand, I have a nasty looking bruise on my foot.

Posted by Rita at November 14, 2005 10:01 PM