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Really? A note home on your first day back to school? - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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Really? A note home on your first day back to school?
Get your ass in the timeout chair, 2018.

We need to talk.

Some of this, I know, you can blame on your big brother.  But not all. 

Here's what came home in the note from school, referencing things from today and yesterday:

- The first one was funny, I'll admit.  I was awake for the second time of your brief life- the first, seconds before you dropped your ball in ball-freezing Buffalo weather- and opened a bedroom door to discover we had a houseguest.  Who was here because you froze her pipes and Eleanor graciously went and rescued her in the wee smalls so she could take a warm shower at 4 a.m.  I discovered this while being in my usual sleepy state of complete nakedidity.  So, yeah, four hours in and 2018 was under way in a flash!

- Then it got serious. When I rewoke for realz around 9-something, Julia was gone, but Eleanor was hurting. Her right knee was more pained than usual, and, worse, was making Bad Sounds suggesting something had happened at some point.  This led to an ER visit that took several hours of your first waking day. She came out in an immobilizing boot, with a non-narcotic shot, and with an orthopedic referral that will be fulfilled two weeks hence.  It's gotten better since- swelling and pain are down, and she even drove to Wegmans herself while I was back to work today- but really. The feet and shoulder are enough, dontcha think?

- All the sportsy goodness of 2017's last gasp from the Bills- which included our fans raising over 100 grand for the medical foundation of a quarterback for a team we didn't even play this weekend- got blown away pretty quickly when the Sabres took the field usually haunted by the Mets and, for the first 20 minutes, sucked.  They came back enough to earn a loser point, but it was hardly the uplifting moment we could've used.

- Then social media spilled out cups of bad news.  This friend? Food poisoning on her way home from a funeral, hospitalized in a strange city, her airline being shits about reboarding her.  That friend? Brain tumor. (Benign, they think, but still dangerous.)  The other friend?  Had her beloved dog fall through the ice into a frozen creek and is probably alive now only because a good Samaritan named Tom took a dive into the creek after her to bring her back up.

- As if we didn't get the point, you stirred the weather pot. I got around and home okay, but there were blizzardy whiteouts all over town, including one that caused at least one fatality and a 20-to-100 car pileup on the 90, the route we are scheduled to take in less than 24 hours.

I know. 2017 did the knee damage, cooked the bad food, spotted the brain cells.  And the final good moments and feelings of that year still carry over. Still. I only have two words for you before this gets any worse:

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ecosopher From: ecosopher Date: January 3rd, 2018 06:49 am (UTC) (Link)
That sounds like enough excitement to last at least a few months! Poor Eleanor. I hope she's feeling better soon.
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