And it was moving day. I dropped George and Noah at the van rental place just before noon, then buzzed back home. It took the guys two loads to move all the furniture plus misc. boxes, cases, coolers and the like. Dani ran several car loads as well.
And by early evening, it seemed to be all under control. Except for clearing off a few counters and some items still to grab out of cupboards. And then it happened: Alex has a tutoring job on-line, so he spent most of the afternoon “at work” in his new office area. Gwen, the golden retriever, pretty much kept him company. Given her old bones, she much prefers a dog bed.
(we will not talk about the other escape artists who tested all the windows, doors, and spent time trying to figure out ways to zoom OUT of the back yard rather than it in.
In any case, it happened fast. Whether he caught his foot, his shoe, or his cane on that dog bed doesn’t really matter, Alex took a tumble. His ankle didn’t look great. And, as it turned out, it wasn’t. A trip to the UCSF ER, x-rays, someone with enough sense to provide pain meds, orthopedics, and a splint. Follow-up on Tues.
I will be keeping Alex here for the next couple of days.
