It’s been an interesting couple of days.
Yesterday Ted had a pretty nasty bike wreck, bruised his ribs (well, they’re at LEAST bruised, but since he refused to go to the Medical Center to get them x-rayed, we’re just going by how much he’s hurting), bummed up both knees . . . you get the picture. It was a really freaky accident. We learned long ago to always carry a couple of bungee cords with us in our bike baskets to hold things in from the grocery market, bookstore, etc. When your basket is empty, you wrap the bungee cords tightly around your basket so they’re not dangling into your front wheel. Ted had done all that correctly. For some reason though, as he came down a hill (not a big hill, a little one), one of the bungees popped loose, dropped into his spokes, froze the wheel, and over the handlebars Ted went. It was his worse wreck ever, but he was so fortunate he didn’t land on his head, which was helmet-less. Bad, bad idea . . . and yes, we know better.
So – he’s all bruised and sore, but trying his best to be a trooper because today is my birthday, and he didn’t want to put a damper on that. Bless his heart, he’s walked the dogs with me and rode into town on his now “fixed” bike (it’s actually one of the bikes we sold with our condo, but the new owners insisted we use them while we’re here) to pick up a couple of things at Doud’s. The bike now has a new chain and a new fender and an “almost” perfectly straight basket. In the meantime, I’ve been back and forth to town several times working on fudge stories and photographs and once to pick up Bear’s halo collar from the Shepler dock because yes, he now has a hot spot . . . in exactly the same spot on his face where the last two have been. I put the halo in the car at the last minute before we left Georgia, but didn’t bring it over with us on the ferry. All it took was a phone call, and a Shepler worker got it out of the car and sent it over on a boat to be picked up at the ferry dock on the island.
After all that – and after possibly the fastest decision-making moment of our entire married life – we both used our heads and decided against a big birthday dinner out tonight. We stayed home, had pizza delivered from Island Slice Pizzeria, and it was lovely – a quiet dinner in the kitchen with the lights low and the dogs snoring on the floor. Now Ted’s watching TV/reading the paper and trying to stay awake till bedtime!
And I’ve decided to post a few photos!
Ok – that’s enough for tonight, I think. Ted’s downing more aspirin, and we’re hoping to attend church tomorrow morning to hear the new Little Stone Church minister. Two more days on the island . . .