Boys, spring

RantWoman is filling her fingers for now with various thematic reflections. Here it is boys.

 

Irrepressible Nephew

Irrepressible Nephew is now 18 and 6’4”. He definitely no longer needs to stand on Auntie’s shoulders to be tall. He departed yesterday for a spring break trip with his church to build houses in Mexico. This is the third year in a row for this trip. Irrepressible Nephew is popular because he is bilingual. Irrepressible nephew loves the trip because he is growing into serious project management skill. The trip nearly got cancelled because of border closing threat silliness on the part of the current White House occupant.  So hold all in the Light.

 

 

Gravity is RUDE.

There is a 3-year-old who split his head open at his birthday party in this story, but first RantMom.

Hospital discharge after RantMom’s recent hernia surgery involved MANY loose ends. One is around fluid retention in the legs, help putting on support stockings, risk of blood clots, etc. Today concern about a blood clot got RantMom sent via Lyft, thankfully not be ambulance to Urgent care. An ultrasound showed no evidence of clot; also no signs of infection, just need to elevate legs and get support stockings on in a reasonable schedule.

 

The spooky moment: RantWoman had a meeting after worship. At the end of the meeting, RantWoman’s first thought was to head South even though RantWoman intended to go north to see RantMom in her new place. RantWoman got lunch, looked at her texts and realized why she was supposed to go south. Spooky. Shortly after RantWoman arrived at Urgent Care, a small boy in the adjoining  space began to HOWL in dreadful pain and exasperation.  It turned out he had fallen at his birthday party and split his head open. The laceration was being put back together with some variant of superglue.

 

 RantWoman is not clear what all was behind the distraught howling; the howling eventually stopped and there were soothing words about how well the child was doing. The spooky gift for RantWoman: the howling was of course distressing, but RantWoman was not climbing the walls nearly as badly as a time years ago shortly after RantMom moved to Seattle. RantMom was still recovering from cancer treatment and RantWoman made the mistake of allowing RantMom to come with on the bus to her eye doctor for some day after procedure event.  That was hard enough. Then a child needed for probably entirely fine reasons to howl. RantWoman felt TERRIBLE.