Quite a day
Last Monday morning, a few minutes after I had sent Mr. Mordecai off to work on his bike, I got a phone call from a nice lady, saying that my husband had run into her garbage can, and he was lying on her couch, and could I please come pick him up?
When I got there, I found Mr. Mordecai in a worse state than I had expected, and it turned out that he had broken his right collarbone and his left little finger. I also found that he hadn't exactly hit her garbage can head on, as I had pictured. As he was going around it, the side of his handlebar had clipped it, and that was enough to send him flying.
He was in a pretty bad state, so we quickly drove the two miles back home, made arrangements for Red Chief to stay with a kind neighbor, and took Mr. Mordecai down to the hospital.
Several hours later, we emerged triumphant, Mr. Mordecai feeling much better in a brace and sling and with his hand all wrapped up. He currently has the use of three fingers.
After we got back home and started resettling ourselves, we examined the helmet that he had been wearing, and found quite a crack in the side of it. It is startling to think that that could have been his head! I am so grateful that I have never had to nag him to wear his helmet, and that he was wearing it, as always, the day of his encounter with the garbage can.
Life is very full for me just now, as I'm sure you can imagine. I hope you won't grudge me taking a week or two off from the computer. I will be checking my email (and will receive comments on this blog through it), but that's it.
I hope to be back in a few weeks, refreshed. And I can already guarantee a good long post about Red Chief, as he's definitely acting his age!