So… we've had a long week here.
My uncle fell while hiking and was seriously hurt. He fell about 15 feet, was knocked unconscious and landed in water. He actually broke his neck, but there was no paralysis or loss of motor control. Luckily, he was with another hiker who got help, so it could have been a lot worse. At the same time there were a number of other family members traveling so we played a worried, mad scramble of phone/internet tag to contact everyone; decide if anyone needed to fly home, who was staying where, etc. Though it will be, I'm sure, a long recovery, my uncle is doing is much better now and has been taken out of the ICU.
My good buddy and boss' wife also went into early labor this week. They have a new baby boy! Congratulations!
All my family members who were AWOL made it to our house for dinner Thursday, which was really pleasant after such a harrowing start to the week. Then yesterday we hosted Keen's family reunion/cribbage tournament, which we'd been prepping for for some time. A few other things happened this week, too, and I was supposed to see some of my girlfriends today but we all canceled in mutual exhaustion.
It seems like a lot, and yet, this is life.
One of the things I figured out this week is that if life is going on, I'm living that life. I.e. I'm not the type to post while life is happening. I'm usually busy dealing with what is happening. I'm not going to be twittering updates in medias res. I may throw out the occasional vent, and I definitely monitored Facebook while everything was going on this week because everyone was updating to Facebook (we're a multi-state family), but that's about it. I essentially went partially dark. I don't think there's anything wrong with the folks who can manage to keep updating in the middle of life – in fact, I even appreciate some of those people's efforts quite a bit (I like being informed after all) – but I realized that I'm not one of them. I am a couple times of week blogger. Unless, shit gets crazy, then I'm only good for one time. And that one time will be after I've chewed on things for a bit (or I'm struck by a ridiculous and inappropriate inspiration).
I feel positively old school. Or is that just old-fashioned?
I was quite irritated with the problems Facebook was having this week, but by the time Twitter went down, too, I couldn't care less. (Actually, most of the time Twitter goes down I don't care. Unless it happened during Chag's Twitter Show, then I'd be kind of pissed.)
Anyway, we are leaving for a much needed rest at the beach for a few days. BUT I will have my laptop with me because I still need to work and I need to load pictures of my child frolickin in the sand somewhere.
So… I'm not sure but I may have just negated everything I said about being online while life is happening. I never can keep track of whether I'm making a point or not.
Conversation of the Week
Me: "Chance, did you drink the water when you had your bath?"
Me: "OK, honey, you CAN'T drink the bathwater. It has soap in it and it'll make you sick, just like you're feeling now. OK? So no more drinking the bathwater."
Keen appears in the doorway of the bathroom.
Chance: "Hey Dad! I drank the bathwater and it gave me diarrhea! That's wet poops! I like the wet poops better because they're easier to poop! When you poop wet poops it's like pooping water!!"
Aaaaand it looks like I'll be monitoring bathtime a little more closely.
– the weirdgirl