This morning I stumbled down the stairs and held my mug with both hands while Grams poured in steamy hot coffee. After a few minutes, I was able to pry my sleepy eyes open. Then, I opened my laptop to check my email. Well, these photos popped up and I sprayed coffee all over my screen. That’s Henri in his mousie costume.
Henri has a thing about mice. He has a whole collection of them along with a mouse house and a mouse log (don’t ask). So, this year his mama made him a mousie costume. Isn’t it great? I hope he got lots of treats.
An update: which do you want first? The good news or the bad news? Well, you guessed right: Grams crashed her bike again. This time she crashed into the back of Big Guy’s bike. I managed to hold on to the basket (I’m getting better) and went down with the bike. Grams flew off and landed on her backside. “I’m okay! Only hit my bum and head!” “Oh your head huh, Then, you are okay,” I laughed. “Hey, at least I didn’t land on my knees!” she whined as Big Guy helped her up. Big Guy, by the way, was okay. He never lost his balance. I can’t say the same for his bike, though. He’s on the web, as I write, looking up how to true his back wheel.*
Okay, that was the bad news. The good news is that we went for our physicals and we’re all ridiculously healthy. Grams has dropped over a stone (1 stone = 14 lbs. “Bloody, hell!” I said when I found out.). Big Guy is doing well with his diabetes. Grams is sure that it’s all the bike riding we do (35-40 miles a week). The Doc was worried about all my black and blue spots, but I told him to complain to Grams about it. He suggested that I get some padding when we go biking. If my legs weren’t so short, I’d get my own bike. *sigh*
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
*In the interest of full disclosure: Grams asked ordered me to say that the light changed faster than it ever had,and that's what caused her to crash. Yeah, right.