Day Two Hundred Twenty Two 2012

Back porch swing fall down, go boom this morning with hubby Neil, daughter Kelly and grandson Knox sitting on it. Neil was on the side that fell. I was walking toward them across the porch and saw it suddenly fall and the three of them go tumbling down and backwards and right off the end of the porch into the weeds and mud and rocks. My biggest concern was for eight month old Knox who landed face first with his little head right beside that rock beside the downspout. Neil and Kelly were both scrambling to get back up, and she snatched him up before I could get to him. The whole thing scared him and all of us half to death. Knox was wailing but basically unhurt, thank God. I expected to see a cracked skull and lots of blood. The three of them are OK, although I know Neil and Kelly were sore after all the hubbub, and I think Kelly’s going to have a sore bottom in the morning. And I’m pretty sure Knox has long since forgotten the whole thing. I hope so anyway, because he loves our porch swings.

Day Ninety Eight 2012

This is what happens when human fingers accidentally come in contact with the propeller of an electric engine radio controlled airplane--a visit to the emergency medical clinic, seven stitches total on two fingers, a tetanus shot, and a bottle of antibiotics. My hubby Neil's passion for flying RC airplanes sometimes backfires on him, quite unexpectedly, especially when one of his electric airplanes suddenly takes off (total freak accident) and the wing hits him in the leg, turns the plane right into his hand, and the prop slices through two of his fingers (to the bone on his ring finger). I can't even begin to explain to you how this happened. He says he was going out of his way to be extra careful around the propeller. Suffice it to say, this was a comedy of errors (daughter Kelly and I were laughing so hard we had tears). And it could have been so much worse. For this RC pilot, lesson learned. The hard way.