Kurt’s broken ankle cartilage
Kurt falls somehow and his ankle hurts. I order his X-ray, determine he’s not broken, but he still won’t walk on it . So Javaid comes in and pushes it around a little bit and says, “oh, it’s ok, it’s just his cartilage ruptured.” I am looking at him with the confused face, and he says, “you know, the forces on an inversion injury pull on the intra-articular cartilage, and that’s the weakest point, so it ruptures. ” and now he has the confused face because obviously I should know this, but I am too embarrassed to admit that I have never heard this in 15 years, and so I fake it (as usual) and when he leaves, I ask my husband, who is now laying fetchingly in the bed, why a SALTR fracture is a BFD, and a ‘rupture’ is not.
Exercise classes at Michael’s with my mother
And for some reason we are now getting along. I sign up online for this class, and when I get there you have to sign in under your name on the barre mirror, and the teacher has paired us together with little elementary school name tags, and I don’t see my name but I see Zoe’s. I must have forgotten I used her name instead of mine, so I sign in under her, and see that I am paired with another 15 year old. And th teacher tells us to line up, so we do, and she says she wants us, one at a time, to ask a question, do our favorite exercise down the line, then a different favorite exercise on the way back. so big black dude is first in line, so he asks something, does his little bit ( i don’t remember what his exercise of choice was) and sits down at the end of the row, against the mirror, and lights up a cigarette and eats a bagel.
The teacher, meanwhile, reminiscent of the sighing, flighty english teacher from ‘Clueless’ has breezed past him, and is now taking all our temperatures. the probe covers are multi colored, but they don’t click on well, and my mother thinks it is some alien conspiracy to collect her data, and so I grab it out of her hands hunt for a purple cover, and take my temp. it is 98.2
Something about Lasagna.
A hotel? a school? with a cafeteria line. And I go check what today’s offerings, and I see these Ginormous slices of lasagna, all bubbly cheese and saucy. And the next tray over is buttery parmesan fish. And something else yummy that my kids will never eat. so I go back upstairs and tell them, and they say they are going to the Mc, and i say , OK, I’m just going to go on ahead then, and they say ok, and I go get whatever selection number 3 is, and then hit the highway without them.
Luke holding court
He is sitting in a chair, leaning back, knees open like guys do, and I am kneeling in front of him, leaning in, with my arms behind his shoulders, and closer to his face than is strictly allowable, given that we are both married. but we are talking, and laughing, and I am enjoying him, and nothing hinky is going on except that I am pretty much laying in his lap. There are tons of other people around, people from work, and no one is looking at us sideways, but then Colleen emerges from her office, a door at the far end of the room, and I know I should back up and give him some appropriate space, but I don’t, and she gives me a look to kill as she walks by in the back hall. I do have the grace to back off at that point, and she walks over, and she is wearing Zoe’s mustard yellow ruffle tank, and he is clueless, as usual, and treats her like he always does, not an ounce of guilt , and pulls her in and gives her a sweet, sweet kiss.
My parents fixing up my house
I come home from somewhere, and see my husband and kids and dad working in the yard. the front landscaping is all dug up, horrid half-dead tree, gone. swanky overgrown misshapen Arbor Vitae, gone. weedy front lawn replaced with gorgeous sod, and the garage is clean, and inside, m mother has put up molding, and bought all new appliances, and .
Making halloween tick cookies