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Turbine-Bird Stubbed Toe Blood Family Saga Soup

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Add commas, periods, exclamation or question marks at will. I just couldn’t decide how to make a title out of all these subjects, so I quit. You decide, I’m tired.

I know I take a lot of photos of some subjects, and this wind turbine is one. But, guess what? I didn’t take these, I was going to, but son, Jon, said he had a better angle where he was. I’d say! Now I know why these are called bird-friendly wind turbines.

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Had a good week with Jon. I drove him home this afternoon. I keep thinking he’s in the other room. I even started to tell him something tonight, but caught myself and laughed. When I took him home, we stopped at daughter, Sara’s, and had an impromptu dinner. She had a pot of chicken noodle soup on and had just taken lemon bars and raspberry bars out of the oven. Had Texas toast with the soup. Yum!

Also got pedicure:>) Anything to avoid my poor wounded toe!

Also got pedicure:>) Anything to avoid my poor wounded toe! Cameron’s making sure she doesn’t hurt me:>) That’s my truck in the background.

Yesterday I stubbed my toe pretty hard while cleaning my kitchen. I screamed a Marine word, then went back to washing dishes. A little while later, I felt something sticky on the floor and realized that my toe was bleeding. Went to wash it off and realized that the nail was only barely held on by the skin at the base. I screamed, “Ahhh!!!” Then I put a Band-aid on the whole thing. I thought maybe my son would check it out and deal with it when he got back from fishing. Nope. Every time I said, blood, he said, Ketchup. Sheesh. So, I figure my daughter would take care of it today…you know, the one with firefighter training and a CNA? Nope. Oh, she soaked it in a bowl, put some cream on the Band-aid, bandaged it up big so I wouldn’t hurt it on anything, but she refused to look at it. She liked the idea of calling my blood, Ketchup, too. Wimps. All three of us :>) At least I can say “blood.”

That’s enough of this family saga for now. I’ve been adding some writerly finds to my Facebook page here, in case you want to check them out.

Peace Out,

Patti

Author: Patti Hall

Writer, daughter, sister, mom, niece, grani, and friend. Works-in-progress; 3 children's books, some poetry and a memoir series, "Souvenirs from My Heart." Pursuits of happiness include gardening, walking the beach, reading, writing, photography, traveling and genealogy. I am a widow (2009), lost my sis in 2012, my aunt and a precious grandson in 2013.

4 thoughts on “Turbine-Bird Stubbed Toe Blood Family Saga Soup

  1. LOL…very cute photos, and it’s hilarious that you’re all so squimish…what about when your son guts the fish he catches? (am I right? he does fish doesn’t he?) and your daughter being a trained fire fighter! Thanks for the laughs and have a wonderful (safe and peaceful!) week:-) Blessings, H xxxxx

    • It is because it is their “mommy’s” blood:>) I think it is also related to the rough time we have all had over my grandson’s death. More side-effects of grief.
      Yes, we fish.
      We make good moments last.
      Hugs and hope your week is full of blessings!

  2. Oh good grief. I’m torn between the cute corn in the belly button and knowing how much of a pain in the butt the toenail can be. I hurt mine a couple years ago and now I have to go to the doctor every 4 or 5 months to have him grind down the nail because it’s deformed and I can’t cut it any longer. Good luck!!!

    • I just wasn’t/still not sure how much it is attached…no gangrene yet, so it must be okay. Hurts, but I guess I’ll live…considering….others have much more to worry about. Thanks for stopping by this stale blog. Hope to get going again soon.

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