I just got off the phone with my brother. Our grandfather fell down earlier this afternoon, landing on his hip, and he couldn't get up again. So they are now at the hospital, and I'm waiting on a call back from my brother once they know something.
Both of my grandparents are really calm right now, which is something. Of course, Grandpa has been in poor health for about 20 years, so they are more or less accustomed to the routine. And on a lighter note, the paramedics had to take Grandpa out of the house through the window! My grandparents' bedroom is at the end of a narrow hallway, with a fairly narrow doorway added to that, so with Grandpa on a backboard there was no negotiating the turn. So out the window he went. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I would give a whole lot to have been in the room when they took him out. Or- even better- standing outside. Hee.
The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
What are we talking about today?
I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.
This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.
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Da winda part iz funni... but hope ur granpa recovurs otay... ^..^
-Katie Kitty.
(hope you like katz.. -Reni)
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