How was your Easter Weekend? I hope it was wonderful, and you had the opportunity to spend precious time together with your loved ones.
Both of our “boys,” Jon and Evan, were with us along with daughter-in-law Sara, grandsons, Jackson and Bryson, and Evan’s fiance, Annie. Our two granddogs, Guinness and Bibi, joined us, as well.
Despite the weather not cooperating, we had a grand time. The guys went fishing at Ol' Tom's boathouse Friday afternoon, while Sara and I got in some “girl time” shopping.
Saturday the weather was just plain nasty. With winds gusting up to 45 mph, fishing was out of the question. So, the guys decided to check out JumpStart. Jackson and Bryson both had a fun time! Meanwhile, Sara and I skipped our regular haunts, went to a furniture store and poked around in a second-hand shop.
We had Easter dinner Saturday evening and then the guys went out to play baseball (with tennis balls) in the backyard. Grampa wasn’t allowed to play because the kids can get pretty rough. The young whipper snappers were afraid he’d get hurt.
The rest of us watched from the window for awhile. Then we settled in for a good gab session.
When the guys came inside, Jon looked like he was in some pain. We didn’t even have to ask what happened. Evan offered. He had hit the ball. Jon and 8-year-old Bryson both went for it in tandem and collided. Jon, attempting to protect Bryson from getting hurt, became the “fall” guy. He did a complete somersault, landing on the frozen tundra and injuring his rib. Mind you, this is the THIRD time Jon has injured the SAME rib!!! AARRGGHH!!!
We all were feeling his pain when Grampa chimed in with the same age-old sage advice he had given the boys so many times when they were growing up. It’s the exact promise his dad, Ray, used to dish out to him so many years ago.
“It’ll feel better when it quits hurting!!!” Grampa said.
Everyone, except Jon, groaned, rolled our eyes and laughed. Jon didn’t think it was all that funny.
It took me back to when Bob broke a rib and bruised a lung while rabbit hunting in 2013. In fact, I wrote a blog about it at the time.
Bob was standing on a log while he waited for his hunting buddies to flush some rabbits toward him so he could take photos.
When the rabbits came running toward him, Bob lifted his camera. As he did, he slipped on the snow and ice-covered log he was standing on. On his way down, he raised his shotgun in the air with the barrel pointing skyward to keep it from discharging when he landed. His concern was potentially shooting his buddies or himself.
Because his arms were in air, there was no way he could protect himself to ease the fall. He landed squarely on another log. He said at first he couldn't move or breathe.
Later, Bob remembered we had an ice storm a while before the snow storm. What he didn’t realize was there was still ice under the snow-covered log and was the slick reason why he fell.
He said, “Both feet went out from under me and I slid off that log like a greased pig."
If you’ve ever injured one or more ribs, you know it is a long, drawn-out healing process. You also know the pain is so intense, it's enough to make a grown man cry.
One thing is certain. When Bob was injured, if I had bestowed upon him his age-old advice, “It’ll feel better when it quits hurting,” there is no doubt, they would have been MY famous last words!!!