The worst thing about yesterday was coming home and finding a message on my answering machine from a young child, that I couldn't really understand, and remembering it was Monday and I should have picked Soli up from school! I called his mother immediately and apologized profusely. She said she had not heard from me, so had not sent a note for Soli to be a car-rider, but he had remembered on his own and waited for me. I feel so bad, to let down a child.

On the other hand, there was the coming back from Atlanta that distracted me. And yesterday morning, I had an appointment for a check-up with my doctor. She asked if there was anything I was having trouble with. I mentioned two tick bites, which she looked at, and my ankle, which is getting better, but is still swollen and a little sore. She poked it and said I had better get it x-rayed. When I was leaving, she said she was glad I had finally come in for it. I said I came for my check-up. We didn't do any of that, she said. "Did you get your lab work done?" "I just had it done about a month ago," I said. She looked in the chart. It was actually in January, so I guess she's right. We scheduled it for three months from now and she asked me to get the lab work done the week before and gave me the form for it. She did say I had lost weight.

Back at the house, my Dad was in the garden. Even though it was 10:30 in the morning, the sun was really too hot to work outside. He was pleased with how things were doing and cut some lettuce and asparagus for his dinner (at midday).

After he left, I took it easy. The doctor called to say the X-ray shows I have an avulsion fracture. It means my tendon didn't break when I twisted my ankle, but it pulled a small piece of bone away. The treatment is rest and maybe wrapping it with an Ace bandage. I looked it up on wikipedia and they say, among other things, that scientists have determined that T. rex had this type of fracture, based on the scars. I was pleased to know that I have strong tendons (it might be worse to tear one?), but a friend of Ray's suggested the bone might be weak from osteoporosis.

I ate a sandwich and spent several hours in bed, reading a novel and playing on the computer, eating potato chips. Taking care of my ankle and celebrating the fact that I lost weight?

I started making keilbasa soup, something my mother made, with sausage and onion and cabbage and a light tomato-beef stock. But Ray had a faculty meeting and I had to go get him, since I had taken him in when I went to the doctor. So we went to a Latino pre-Cinco de mayo fund-raiser and ate Mexican food at Farm 255, listening to music and talking to another couple, Jackie and Steve.

I took Ray home and then went to the Fellowship for a good Green Sanctuary meeting. Now we're starting to get somewhere.

TV, bed.