Grace in action...
I'll admit I'm not graceful, but I hit a new low in clumsiness yesterday afternoon. Actually, what I hit was my son's side view mirror with my arm.
In keeping with his special talent to not be around when his car needs gas (and the van, my personal limo, is gone so I can't drive it instead) I had to fill it. When I got out, I somehow turned around and whacked my arm just above the wrist on the mirror. Had someone taken a hammer to it, I don't think it could have hurt any worse. It's not broken, but it is swollen and hurts to move around and pick up stuff.
So, here I am alone, while the spawns and hubby are roughing it at scout camp, with a list of things I want to get done. This is my vacation, of sorts, and the time when I go through the boy's junk and clean house...and I've got a bum arm.
I can write, at least. (-: The week won't be a total loss.
With the men away, trying to figure out how to cook outdoors, I've been watching operas and movies. Watched Andrea Chenier last night with Jose' Carreras (who else?- he's my favorite...and his voice was absolutely stunning back then before his leukemia...and it's still glorious now)- a very enjoyable opera. It's not as well known as, say, Tosca or Rigoletto, but the music is beautiful.
My other project for the week is our emergency preparedness stuff- food and supplies. Paradise, I found out, runs only 10 days ahead of incoming supplies...that means that if shipping is disrupted, what is in the stores and in warehouses will last about a week and a half (less when people panic). It's not uncommon now for there to be empty shelves in stores, particularly food items, even during normal times. So, getting prepared is a top priority. (We are overdue for a hurricane and have been warned it's a matter of 'when' not 'if')
We are a whopping 5 feet above sea level in a one story house and 2 blocks from the water...I don't want to even think about a tsunami! It's been a long time since I've climbed a tree.