I have lots of wonderful things to tell about our 24 hours in the center of Texas--s'mores, roasted hot dogs, a dozen deer, a bunny rabbit, glow sticks, hooting owls, crying coyotes, "dinosaur bones," more "Buc-ee nuts," a pack of feral hogs, banana boats, a pup tent, showering outside, a shooting star, ducks.
But that has to wait.
Bud is at the ER now with Pop and Mama having his finger stitched up. He cut it on the crank of a deer feeder. Blood everywhere. And it took a long time to locate a hospital. None in the first town. Too much swine flu at the hospital in the second town. Third stop (an urgent care clinic)the doctors looked at it and referred them to the hospital, where they are now. We're just waiting to hear that they are headed home (we split up so they could leave the cabin earlier and get the stitches while we closed up.).
Poor little boy.
But there's a local high school football game this afternoon to distract him. And fudge we got on the way home.
Poor little boy indeed but I and m,any other males know the feeling. I got a whop in the forehead from a key when I was 5 or 6, blood everywhere, lot of crying but no stitches, nevertheless I have the scar yet, school teacher very embarrassed because it was the key to the school yard and it was in the door which had just been kicked open by a vigourous elder girl. Cheer up, he will have forgotten all about it by the end of the month.
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