April 2008

Happy Birthday, Willie.

1966:

2006:

75 and still performing, creating, living…simply amazing.

Grandma Jean decided to venture south for some alone time with the twins this past weekend. Help was what I needed - especially with Stacey on the Goeres’ Girls annual trip.

I’m pretty sure I was around to witness similar care-taking events, but for some reason I don’t remember them. Feeding, reading, changing, swimming and chatting - those kids kept Gma Jean on the go.

Saturday opened with a sick girl, followed by ugly weather on Sunday. Monday came and the boy was pukey, which ran over into today and likely tomorrow. A bug. Viral and shared - those kids play so nice.

Thanks for all the help, Grandma Jean. We hope you don’t get sick from your grandkids.

At almost 11.5 months, the kids weigh:
21lbs, 11oz - Patrick
19lbs, 5oz - Katie Bing

no breakee Mr. Joe.

That’s Otto up above. He snapped an x-ray of my ankle. Three of em, actually.

I gave it the name Otto after the character for the Simpsons. It was the first name that came to mind as my (apparent) stoner of an x-ray tech was laughing aloud about the date of my accident (04.20).

Anyway, I was sitting on this “picker” when Otto made his move:

Interesting name for a tool that moves people. Picker.

So, my ankle is sprained on both sides. R.I.C.E., baby.

R stands for Rest, which means I have time to watch apropos videos sent to me by friends like Kurt. “Ankle Injuries”, by Fujiya Miyagi: