The morning started very well.
It’s my little sister, Debi’s, birthday. I made a banner. See, celebratory banners are kind of a tradition around here. We almost always hold my family’s “birthday dinners” at my house and I like to print up a sign and display it. Sometimes, the banner is left up for weeks, and is still up when the next occassion comes around. Instead of taking down the old one & replacing with a new, we’d just alter the first. Like, it might have said “Happy Birthday, Miriam”, then Andrew’s birthday rolls around a couple weeks later and so we cross off Miriam and write “Andrew”. One time, a banner lasted months. It had celebrated at least 5 separate occassions, and not just birthdays either. I think we had to cross everything out and sharpie “Happy Father’s Day” in whatever space was left.
Anyway, here is Debi’s:
We’d planned to go to the last Family Film movie of the summer. This one was to be about a little mouse with big ears. Cute. Plus, anything free gets extra fun points. The six of us got seated just in time, and as the movie started, I was texting Miriam to let her know where we were sitting (she took the wrong exit and was running just a little late). I got a text back from Miriam that she’d smashed her hand & needed help. I whispered something quickly to my Tom and in a rush left the theater. My sister was to be found in 24 Hour Fitness’s NRgize Cafe, hand under a bag of ice, dripping blood onto a towel. It ends up, she’d smashed her finger in her car door. Don’t do that! It looked bad. The 24 Hour Fitness people had been nice, bringing the towel & ice, and some bandages.
I ended up taking her home to wait until her doctor appt, where she got x-rayed and a tetnus shot. Her finger is looking a little better.
And I made a banner for her, too:
Good times.
