The update on Jeff's leg injury is that the wound is infected and he is off work until further notice. Surprisingly, he's not quite as excited about that as one might think. (Perhaps the thought of amputation is taking the air of festivity out of this unplanned holiday.)
He's been on meds, both oral and topical, since last Wednesday, but the wound's progress is not quite what we were hoping for. I'm about to sew bells onto the hems of his clothes and require him to holler out, "Unclean! Unclean!" as he shuffles through crowds.
He's got another doctor's appointment on Thursday. The doctor he saw this morning recoiled in horror when he unwrapped his leg...not the most professional reaction! (Nor the most encouraging.)
Neither one of us is genuinely worried at this point, but it would be nice to see more evidence of healing taking place. My dad has a friend whose infected skin wound needed to be treated with a medicine that cost $1,000 per pill! We're still hoping to go on vacation this year...
An "F"?
I have the online capability to check how Tobias is doing in each of his classes. The website shows if he has turned in assignments and what grades he got on tests, etc.
Well...the other day I was perusing his grades in his PE class and I was very surprised to see he had gotten an F on one assignment in particular.
What?!?! I thought.
However, my dismay turned into peals of laughter when I saw that the assignment in question was entitled "Dance Performance". If my 13 year old son is going to fail an assignment, I guess that would be the one.
A Fish Story
Delaney just returned from a weekend camping trip with the other 4th, 5th and 6th graders from the fellowship. She was absolutely delighted to tell us her very own fish tale (which was verified by about 4 equally joyous adults). It went something like this:
"Everybody else was fishing for about 4 hours. At the very end of that, someone asked me if I wanted to hold their pole. I saw some yellow bait floating by on the top of the water, so I scooped it up and put it on the hook and cast the line out. I was only holding it for about five minutes when Jake started telling everyone to pack up. I started reeling in the line to put the pole away and there was a speckled trout on the end of the line!"
She was the only one to catch a fish. She didn't eat a single bite of it although she did parade around the campsite with its head on the end of a stick--a bit of her barbaric ancestry showing through.
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