Inside the Box, Looking at the Box
Michelle on Jun 11 2007 at 8:34 pm | Filed under: The Personal
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I have been thinking lately about how it is strange that I live in a box (generic apartment) and spend much of my day looking at one (computer). It is probably not healthy, and no wonder so many of us feel disconnected. Driving to the gym to walk on a treadmill contributes to this feeling. At any rate, that is the end of my thoughts on that matter, other than I will try to stop feeling guilty about enjoying the computer so much.
Yesterday, in attempt to remove ourselves from boxlike activity, Sage and I made a strawberry pie. While we had to drive to the big box to get the strawberries, at least we got out of the house for a bit and did something productive when we returned. Two people said that this was the best pie they’d ever eaten in their lives. Smile.
Saturday, we went to a local festival where they were holding a dog dress-up contest. We did not win. We were discriminated against, as two white dogs with dyed fur were among the winners. Bleah. I wanted to see a picture of Salsa and the kids in the paper. Local fame is fun. The girl in the picture is my boss’s granddaughter, who comes to visit a few times a year. She is such a great kid–both Sage and I always enjoy her company.
Last week, we had an alarming incident of what we thought was a broken finger. When I went to pick up Sky from his group, he jumped over a fence, caught his ring on the fence, and peeled a good amount of skin off, not unlike a banana. It was so disgusting that big tough guys in the ER waiting room were grimacing. Fortunately, it was not broken, and the swelling went down after they cut the ring off. (I should have gotten a pic of the nurse who removed his gloves while he was cutting and got Sky’s blood all over his hand–not a safe practice!) They cleaned the wound, and then the doctor peeled the skin back down and said that stitches wouldn’t be necessary. Yea! It turned out not to be such a big deal after all, certainly not as big of a deal as the time he got his finger stuck in a metal picnic table and the fire department had to extricate him. Which leads me to remember the time that Sage got stuck between the chairs at the bowling alley once and had to be removed with a big glop of Vasoline. Anyway, here’s the momento of the ring incident.
I didn’t take any photos of his actual finger, because frankly, I was feeling sick whenever I saw it. For a kid who is frightened of shots, he held up really good. He did not seem fazed…he has a pretty punk rock attitude.
I registered a new domain name. I’m still trying to decide what I will do with it. Any brilliant money-making ideas, yall?
I love the pictures of the kids and dog (not so much the ring…) What absolute cuties! (Love that dimple!)
About the ring and all, OUCH! EEWW! Sure glad the finger wasn’t broken.
Cute photos! Salsa is truly adorable and the kids looked like they were having a great time. As far as Sky’s accident and his nonchalance, it’s a “man thing”. We were taught to suck it up and bravely trek on through life. Once I had my foot operated on and I insisted on watching the operation while the foot was deadened. Fascinating watching the surgeon cut on me! Sky is from similar cloth.
Yikes - for a mom, any trip to the ER is not fun. As Ken said, I suppose men (and young ones) are taught to roll with it & suck it up.
The pic of your boss’s granddaughter & Sage is SO cute (the dog is adorable too!)
love, JP
Oh no… Perhaps you are a carrier for the getting-fingers-stuck gene…
“I’m still trying to decide what I will do with it. Any brilliant money-making ideas, yall?”
Made-to-order boxes.
Oh, that would be nasty. I can’t stand the thought of peeled back skin. We are meant to have skin to HIDE what’s underneath. He was very brave.
[…] I’ve complained many times about this small town. This time, it worked to my advantage, as the judge was an old friend from high school. I was really embarrassed about having to go in front of him for the divorce–what, call Mike “Your Honor”?!?, but when I was up at the bench, he asked me how Sky’s finger was, since I had been talking on the phone with him when it happened and had hung up almost immediately without calling back to explain what had happened. So what with explaining all of that, I almost forgot I was there for the divorce, which was a pro se that went smoothly–no kids, no property. […]