Richard, Max and Mason are taking me to St. Pete Beach for the weekend for Mother’s Day. We’re hoping the big kids can join us there for an afternoon. We have a house sitter to take care of the pets.
I had asked for kite surfing lessons for Mother’s Day but I’m still recovering from the sprained knee I received during my last water sports adventure. It’s better but I thought the pain would be gone by now. It hurts when I move it but not when I’m sitting still. It hurts the worst when I roll over in bed at night. If I sit for more than five minutes, when I eventually get up the pain is excruciating. I look ridiculous hobbling around.
Richard wants to drag me in for an MRI but I really don’t know what they can do about it. However, I am worried about permanent damage in there and I don’t want to limp for the rest of my life. If it’s not considerably better by next week, I’ll go to the doc. (I said the same thing last week, and the week before, but now I mean it. Really!)
So, rather than kite surfing, I might have to sit on the beach sipping Mai Tai’s. I think I can handle that…
This Week’s Masonism:
When I asked Mason if he’d brushed his teeth that morning, he responded, “No, but that’s okay. I brushed them yesterday.”
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