Things That Are Funny About Having Two Sprained Ankles

1. Getting into the bathtub when you can’t get your ankles wet (they’re all wrapped up with tape I can’t take off for another 9 days)

2. Having a bath when you can’t get your ankles wet

3. Getting out of the bathtub when you can’t get your ankles wet (this was by far the most difficult and most amusing of the three)

4. Doctor’s visits (“Does this hurt?” “Yes.” “Okay, does this hurt?” “YES!” “Okay, does this hurt?” “My ankle is the colour of a friggin’ blueberry, of course it hurts when you grip it like a vice and twist it!!!”)

5. Walking down the stairs with crutches when you can't really put weight on either foot (I’ve only fallen once so far, so I think I’m doing rather well!)

6. Being forced to sit on the couch and do nothing (people actually enjoy this whole ‘sitting around’ thing?)

it's true

Yes, the rumors are true, I sprained both my ankles last Sunday. Somebody (not mentioning any names, of course, but his last name starts with 'n' and rhymes with 'obel') left a stack of two-by-ten boards perched precariously beside one another and then asked me to move them into his truck. Being the submissive type (cough, cough) I picked the first one up, not realizing that all the others were resting against the one I moved. Down they came, crushing my unsuspecting size-five feet. Thus my once-dainty ankles (again, cough, cough) were afflicted with "multiple contusions, bruised bones, bad sprains, and a possible fracture", or so the doctor said. Looks like lawn games are out for me this week.

new link

many of you know that my best friend Crystie is an excellent photographer and artist who has had to take a little break from the arts scene in order to take care of her son. now that he's getting a little older (7 months) and can actually sit quietly for a few minutes (albeit a very few minutes!) she's finally been able to start taking photos again. she's started up a blog to post some of her latest pictures, all of which are beautiful. take a minute to visit Baby Brained --it's definitely worth a look. and read the story about taking her 7 month old on a ten hour bus trip. it'll make you nautious.

i don't get it

I generally consider myself to be a somewhat intelligent woman. This belief is always dropped like a bad habit whenever I face the great leveler of human life: the department store. Yes, it's true; I am completely incapable of navigating a department store. Every corner looks the same, every section looks like the one I just came from, and somehow, after wandering aimlessly through the asthma-provoking perfume section in the middle of the store, I always end up back at the lingerie section, never able to find that illusive mall-entrance. How do people do it? How do people make their way through the endless mannequins and shelves piled high with stockings (of all things!)? Is the mall-entrance really just a wicked rumor, cruelly giving false hope to dazed shoppers such as myself? Last week I was forced into a department store to buy something for my brother's wedding--it's a miracle I'm not still lost, doomed to wander the Hudson's Bay Company for the rest of my natural life.

pictures from this weekend's events

there are pictures on the art etc... site for anyone who wants to take a gander at some of the pieces from this weekend's youth and kids' show. there should be more pictures later this week, so keep checking back.

(Sketch by Dawn Marks)