Remember how I mentioned the other day that those logs over on our land would really hurt if they landed on your toe...??? Well, my poor dad found out how bad it hurts if one just happens to roll up on your foot...ouch!!
Can you say 'heavy'? Can you say 'broken ankle'? Can you say 'major bummer'?!!
Right now my dad's saying 'stranded in Maine' since it was also his right foot and now he obviously cannot even drive! But what a beautiful place to be stranded in...the weather has been delightful with cool evenings and sunny days in the 70's, and the trees are even beginning to show a little fall color already! Not to mention the added benefit of being surrounded by your grandkids, right?
We appreciate any and all prayers for my dad's ankle to heal quickly and thoroughly. He's fortunately not in much pain--just the pain in the neck part of having to be totally not able to do anything! But we're tending to the serious business of decorating his cast and keeping him propped up with a full cup of piping hot coffee and chocolate chip cookies. Some people just have more difficulty sitting back and relaxing than others do!