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Hello. It’s me!

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I play many roles in our home … consumer of crunchables, diagnosing threats, and provider of comfort.

Last Wednesday Mom was playing pickleball. The ball lofted over her head. She backpedaled, stumbled, and used her right wrist to break the fall. She broke the fall … and she broke her wrist.

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A trip to the ER proved there was a problem … but it took six days to get to see a specialist. The specialist said surgery was necessary. He showed Mom the break.

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There were two breaks … you can see the floating bone on the right side of the image. That injury is going to be left alone, no harm. The left side of the right side of the image shows an up-down break and a left-right break … and her hand was shifted about 35 degrees as a consequence.

That’s gotta hurt, #amirite?

So yesterday Mom had surgery … they put one plate and eight screws in her wrist. Today I’m comforting Mom as she recovers. She’ll have a splint on the arm for two weeks, and then she’ll have a brace on her hand until the bone is healed.

I imagine Mom will be able to hand me crunchables by mid-October. Now that we’re past surgery, the storm clouds are clearing and better times are ahead.

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Abiding Until The Cool Air Arrives

Hello. It’s me!

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I’m just waiting for temperatures to cool down. Heck, this week we’re supposed to dip all the way down into the mid-upper 90s for three days, so that should feel like a refreshingly cool breeze, #amirite?

Last weekend my friend Frank visited for a few days. At first I thought this was a pretty good deal.

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Then I got crabby and spent a few days hiding under the bed. I’m sure you’ve all just wanted to hide under the bed from time to time. There’s nothing wrong with a little bit (or two days) of personal time.

Dad keeps driving me to grass for bathroom duties. In the blast furnace of an Arizona summer, one needs to find interesting activities to remain stimulated.

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For those of you in the studio audience who were wondering, that’s called a “perceived threat”.

Otherwise I’m stimulated by food-related items. Every day Mom sits down in her chair in her office. This gives me a golden opportunity to attack a large-sized crunchable on her lap.

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Get me on her lap, Dad!!!

This morning I received my twice-a-week veggie bone. Ohhhhh, you can’t imagine the excitement. I signal to Dad that I’m ready to commence the activities. Notice the corner of the bone just barely sticking out of my mouth.

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Next, I tease a potential hiding location.

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Then I point to the specific location where I hid the veggie bone. This prompts Dad to get up and investigate with me.

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Once Dad joins the fray, I show him where he should look.

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Then Dad finishes the job for me!

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Do you see it in there? I put the veggie bone there!

I know, I’m talented.

This is what I do. I abide, waiting for the blast furnace to shut down for the season.