I got a phone call this morning to go help a friend tow a car. I left the office and got the car where it needed to go, but when we got done I decided to stop at home for lunch a little bit early rather than go back to work just to leave a few minutes later. (Not like we’re in a huge city where that’s a big hassle, but still, early lunch sounded good.)
About 5 minutes after I got home, Lizzie decided to carry a geoboard (fancy name for a square block of wood with a pattern of finishing nails sticking up) into the living room. She tripped. She hit her face. She bled all over.
Instead of lunch, we took her to urgent care and got 3 stitches. That chin is really small for 3 stitches! She also knocked a recently capped tooth loose, so we get another trip to the dentist Monday. So thankful her face did not become a well measured graph of 1″ squares though!
As I was writing about this, my wife sent me a message to let me know the phone was not functioning, so I just got back from a quick trip home to force the battery into submission. It would have been much easier if we’d had industrial strength tweezers to pick at the tiny wiring harness! I guess the elves who made it thought it would be funny…
Have you ever felt interrupted? You have everything (or at least some things) all mapped out and ready to go, but then something unexpected holds up your thought train like a gang of Old West mimes. You thought I was going to say bandits, didn’t you? Desperados? Gunslingers? Nope. Mimes.
They’re not exceptionally dangerous interruptions… just terribly inconvenient and awkward.
So do you let the mimes get through their schtick and then simply get back on course, or do you just run them over?
(Bet they’d make some noise then!)