Can't you trip like I do

Four and a half hours later M now has her broken arm set and in a cast weighing almost as much as her. She fought the drugs to knock her out. When she was thru and started to come to she kept thinking it was all a dream. It was very odd (read hilarious) watching her reactions to the effects of the meds.

Overall she is fine and that is the important part.

I need a something - STAT!

You would think that after experiencing life with 4 children I would be used to the E.R.
Not the case even with knowing which room they are going to assign us to. M was riding on Z's back while running around the house. M fell off and landed on her left arm. The sound of genuine pain filled the house. Now we wait for the x-rays.

More to follow.

Freddie Mercury sings to me.

It has been a while since I have posted, no special news or events have happened to really talk about. I have been allowing my brain to shut down in the evenings - vegetating with the various flavors of Law and Order on USA. Sometimes I even watch CSI. But nothing special to stand out...

The days are getting hotter and I think about my bike. I have passing urges to replace the tires, do a little maintenance and ride. Riding is just like cutting the grass to me. A simple task that allows to just think, the sounds of the mower are so loud that they isolate you from the world. Someone can yell at you from across the yard and you never hear them. Riding did the same thing, the wind would provide a soothing sound as it pass around my head. The rides that were 20+ miles only seemed long when starting out because I could think without distraction during the ride and end my journey wondering where the miles and time went.