Ummm.....

......yeah. So, it's been awhile since I blogged. Or really been here. Or done much of anything apart from run around like a plucked headless chicken with a bum thumb. I'm sure you've all missed me *snort*, and I thought I'd catch you up on the DG's happs.

There was the thumb saga:




How, you might ask, did the Thumb Saga come about? Well, I'd like to say it was while doing something heroic like rescuing a litter of puppies from an abandoned mine shaft...or something intelligent like a petri-dish mishap in my secret microbiology lab...or something cool like setting the world record for texting.
But, this is me. So it's not that exciting.
I was making a sandwich. There was only one piece of cheese left, you know, the end of the block? It was too thick to be one slice, not wide enough to cover a whole sammich, so I decided to split it through the middle by laying it down and hawing through it horizontally. With a ridiculously large chopping knife that the hubby keeps honed to a laser-like edge. Of course it slipped. Luckily the back of my thumb stopped it from hurting anyone.
I went to the Instacare. Gotta love the instacare. Three effing hours later, the disinterested resident made sure I could still bend and straighten it and glued it together with CrazyGlue. I went home to continue my Spring Cleaning binge and finish planting my garden, thumb cozily wrapped in gauze and that rubbery ace bandage stuff. While scooping the giant Phoebe poo, hefting the ten-pound pile of crap into the garbage bin, I felt a sudden ripping, tearing, sproinging pain shoot up my wrist. And then I couldn't straighten my thumb.
It was funny at first. This limp little digit, waving at half staff. But, since having opposable thumbs, two of them, is what separates us from the lower beasts and since I am a right-thumb space-bar typer, I figured I better get it looked at. Figured it wouldn't be too big of a deal to have it fixed: a few stiches, maybe a splint, some bendy exercises and I'd be good to go in a week or two.
A way-major surgery, two months, three splints, a cast, a brace, and an eerily un-wrinkled thumb later, I still can't space-bar with the right thumb. It throws my whole rythym off.
But I'm plugging along. I'm amazed at how crucial the thumb is to the human existence. Luckily, it was my non-dominant hand, but still. I'm off balance, off-kilter, off the plot. I can't open jars. I can't sweep without making a bigger mess. The right side of my hair is all weird. It takes me three times longer to send a text, and I wasn't a quick texter to begin with. So, basically: it's made me even more of a moron.

But, it's always something with me, right?

Other things that have happened:

The girl finished first grade!


We bought a pop-up trailer!


The Mainers came to visit:


Grace gave her first public flute concert, with Caleb on violin:


And that's about it. Other than feeling fat, old, unattractive and useless, it's been S.O.P. But that stuff isn't for this blog.

And how have you all been? I've missed you! How's your summer, where'd you go, any bodily injuries we need to know about? Hello? Anyone still out there?