Monday was the first day in a couple weeks that I could really span an octive on the piano! So I spent a while playing the piano. I've been playing ever since the day of my surgery, but hymns are a lot easier whenever I can span an octive with my left hand. I also jumped off the stage (yes, same stage) and was able to reach around and up and touch the basketball rim in mid-air. No, I did not try grabbing on.
This week didn't have any events as exciting as last week.
Most of you probably know the main event of this week (breaking my wrist) so I'll probably just skip over it...
...I really don't know why I spent ~350 words describing me tripping.
Me neither :-) -- except that some immediate family members would've appreciated the connection to an earlier incident. Anyway, he bruised his knee good falling down some concrete stairs.
Your friendly editor is on vacation in UT w/ Ariana (it's her "Daddy Trip"), so I'm going to be pretty lazy on editing.
This week got more interesting as it progressed.
Monday, I spent a while on the computer filling out FAFSA stuff.
Tuesday, both of our lessons fell through (which is more normal than not). We spent an hour and a half talking with this lady named Miss Ridgelle. A couple of her grandkids were over (both toddler age) and apparently normally they do not like strangers; usually they cry and hide whenever someone comes over. But they were both playing happily in the room while we were talking, and by the end of the visit, I *almost* got the younger one to give me a fist bump (the older one was happy to do it though).
Tuesday evening, all the missionaries in our district went with the youth and sang Christmas Carols at a nursing home.
