I’m not sure why I haven’t mustered the energy to tell the whole story of my wrist-breaking here on my blog yet. It’s in snippets on Facebook and I’ve told lots of people in person–wait, actually, that’s probably the reason. It’s hard to find energy to put things in writing that you’ve already said out loud, lots of times. So for now, suffice it to say that yes, it still hurts, I hate being impaired, and yes, you can send me homemade treats if you absolutely must. But our neighbors have been taking great care of us, and while I’m having to accept a much slower pace in a lot of ways, all the necessary stuff–kids getting to and from school, family being fed–is going ahead just fine.
But here’s a story from before I broke my wrist. We were having a retirement party for my mom at my house the week before Christmas. (She retired after working many years at our local library.) My mom had shown up late for the party–I’d accurately guessed that she would be finishing up making Christmas stickers for the grandkids from vintage images, since I’d heard her mention she wanted to do that–but once she showed up, we played “After the Manner of the Adverb.” If you haven’t played, it’s a game where one person leaves the room, and the remaining players choose an adverb. Then the person comes back and asks various people to do tasks, and they have to do them while acting out the chosen adverb.
When my mom left the room, we chose “distractedly.” She returned, and after a couple of clues hadn’t quite guessed the word. We were waiting for her to call on someone else when she turned, pointed at a Christmas banner hanging up in my living room, and said, “Oh! I hadn’t noticed that yet!”
That’s right, my mom acted out her own clue.