21 February 2022
1060
R. Linda:
Tonya and I had quite a mini holiday. Seems something bizarre still be in the air. We got to a hotel on the Canadian border for a few days of snowboarding. We got quite the room with a view! Mountains directly in front of us, snow trails visible, simply beautiful! We were excited for the next day, we had our gear all set to go, boards at the ready, and well it was lovely just the two of us.
After waking up to the excellent view, we had breakfast and went to get our lift tickets. We were told there was too much wind, and no skiing or snowboarding, but if the winds died down by the afternoon the mountain would be open. Just our luck. What to do? The indoor water park didn't open until 2 in the afternoon, but we hoped to be snowboarding. With many hours ahead of us, we decided to take a drive and see the scenery.
Meanwhile, me Mam had recovered enough to take the youngest to a birthday party. It was held at a movie theatre with about 20 other kiddos and their families. For some unknown kiddie reason, some of the boyos took their shoes and socks off and started running around the theatre screaming at the top of their lungs with their relatives flying after them with socks and shoes trying to round them up. Luckily the theatre was rented by the birthday boy's parents so no other viewers were in the audience and subject to the wild times taking place.
Our kiddo and the birthday kiddo were pushed by the faster kiddos behind them, and our wee one fell into the side of a metal seat and ripped off half his big toenail. As you can imagine this made him scream bloody murder louder than the rest of them. One of the male parents picked our kiddo up as his wife got paper napkins to try to staunch the blood that was everywhere. Me poor Mam who was in limited recovery from a brain bleed after a fall, had all she could to get to him through the gaggle of kiddos pointing and "eww-ing" at the bloody mangled mess.
The movie started as this was going on and some sat to watch and get their socks and shoes back on, while the nice man carried my son to me Mam's car where she took off for the nearest Emergency Care. They spent two hours with a medic who said he couldn't come to a decision to pull the remaining toenail or not. Of course, this information had the child screaming in fear he'd do it. Oi! Recommendation to me Mam, take him to the ER at her local hospital.
This she did and another hour later the doctor decided to leave the remaining toenail where it was and bandage it up.
Meanwhile, back at the mountain and being oblivious to all the above, we came back around two in the afternoon, to find the mountain had opened. We got five runs in before we called it quits. We both found out we were no longer young, supple-limbed, bendable, or fast on the slopes. Further, we ended up with cheater boards just to keep up with everyone else so we didn't look like the old foggy couple we felt we looked like. I tell ya!
The next morning, again awakening to that lovely view, both of us were stiff as snowboards! We could hardly move and getting out of bed without groaning was impossible. And it was raining! Maybe that was a good thing I said to Tonya, save us from completely wrecking what was left of our ancient feeling bodies.
The rain and wind were so bad, we decided to leave for home.
Back at the abode, the child got sick on Motrim. He barfed all over his bedroom and like Cinderella, Mam was on the floor cleaning it up when she heard dry heaves and ran into his bedroom to rush him to the toilet, but he missed the toilet and hit the seat and the floor. She got him back in bed and gave him a waste basket telling him, "Make believe you are in college, here barf into dis, like ye had an all-night drunk," and off she went to continue her Cinderella mopping up of the bathroom, when she hears him barfing again, hopefully into the waste basket.
Back she goes to retrieve the waste basket when she realises there be a hole in the bottom and well, it is all over the floor AGAIN.
By that evening, we had made it home unaware of the catastrophe of the birthday theatre party and the many visits to medical personnel. We must live under a crazy cloud. I have no explanation for any of this.
Gabe
