shoulder to the wheel

So, the day after Doug got home, my Mom called. She had fallen and I spent the rest of the day in the ER at San Gabriel and packing her things to come for an extended visit. Her shoulder is fractured. She is healing and it has been 20 days now. She is very anxious to return home to her independent life, but it will be at least a couple more weeks.

Friday when he got back, we enjoyed a clam chowder/ sonoma chicken salad dinner with Logan at DCA. Then we listened to the acoustic guitar music ( the broken one and a half song loop, we realized ) as Logan spent the next 40 minutes on the Smoke Jumpers, being a carefree 9 year old.

Saturday morning Doug was working in the front and back yards, and realized that both of the pups were missing. We set out with the pickup on a search and rescue, and harsh reprimand, mission. After the cursory check of the nearby busy streets, there were the fugitives cheerfully sniffing around the yard of the one and only couple in the tract who love having the homeowner's association. It became a stealth mission to shove their not very lightweight bums into the pickup bed in one smooth motion ( I can't believe I lifted Norman into the truck without a second thought, though my back had a lot more to say about it for a couple of hours). As soon as we returned to our only Saturday with a free schedule for the past and future 6 months, the call came from my Mom.