outings

Spent yesterday and this morning dressed (and I hope acting) as a professional -- or as professional as is possible with goo oozing out of one's leg.  I wore the same skirt today as yesterday, because I oozed through the gauze and slip onto my skirt yesterday, and didn't want to trash another. 


The nicest part was staying with Ellen and Dick last night.  We got to visit, Ellen made dinner & Dick scraped the 6 inches of wet snow off my car this morning. (And, because they live in Greenwood Village -- Dick said, 'there's a large tax base' -- their cul de sac was plowed by 6:30 am.  Unbelievable -- Boulder doesn't plow side streets, let alone cul de sacs)!


I've decided my arm hurts so much because of the staples, since it's only around the edges of the graft.  Presumably the staples will come out when he takes off the poultice covering the graft Monday am.  So it's really a matter of getting to Monday morning.  That shouldn't be that hard, right?  Just need to figure out how to dress for the JCC gala tomorrow night without trashing the gown.  (Answer will involve lots of gauze and tape, I'm sure.) And hope that everything else doesn't implode. 


For example, Ben stayed home from school today because he's sick.  Even more indicative, he skipped climbing team practice yesterday.  Today, he missed a big test.  He has tons of homework.  He feels awful.  There's the final climbing comp of the season tomorrow.  And of course there's the Super Bowl Sunday.  Still, our neighbor Marion brought matzo ball soup ("Jewish penicillin," she called it), which perked him up enough that, after having eaten little during the day (for him), he was disappointed there weren't 2nds.


Meanwhile, Bill's on the road as I write this, trying to get to Vail to take advantage of the 24 inches of snow they got last night.  After having had Vail Pass closed on and off since sometime last night, throughout the day, the police closed I-70 at Empire because there was a shooting and high speed chase.  The frontage road is open but CDOT says to expect a two hour delay (so the 2 hour trip becomes 4).  The place he's staying won't consider giving him a credit for later in the season until their reservations staff returns tomorrow morning.  And he knows he has to be back and dressed in time for dinner tomorrow.