Our son called last night and said he'd torn a ligament in his calf. His friend took him to the emergency room and so far it looks like if he ices it and keeps off it (he has crutches) it will heal, but he was going on his 3 week vacation next week, so I feel bad if it messes up the trip he has been looking forward to. Only time will tell. It's one of those things with grown kids that you feel a bit helpless and disoriented because they are not under your wing, in the nest, and you just want to serve them in bed and take care of them. I will call today and see if I can bring groceries or do anything to make it easier on the resting thing.
When he was in New York, he had to have surgery and said he'd be fine, and I got on a plane and flew out and stayed with him a few days until he was better. We had fun and I knew he needed someone, but he's a lot older now, and it's hard to know how not to be in his way or bugging him. There needs to be a rule book!
It rained again last night very lightly, but strangely. The newspapers haven't acknowledged any percipitation and it's as if it's only raining over our house. I guess that could be, but why? What is someone up there trying to tell us?
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