Broken wing

David broke his clavicle in a spectacular desert motorcycle crash on Saturday. He said he just had to beat Michael. That's Michael Naylor to those of you in Colorado.

About 4 or so hours in the emergency room proved what we already knew. It was indeed broken. But he got pretty good pain medicine out of that ordeal anyway.

Right now the brake and sling are a kind of Badge of Honor. That novelty will wear off in a day or so I am sure.

Grandma is very sympathetic.

Rachel empathsizes to the point that she needs to curl up with a blanket too.

Spring Cleaning

I went out side to see what all the noise was (it wasn't rock band) and, low and behold, it was the Power Washer. Yes, of course we have one. It must be spring cleaning time.




Good thing the windows are already done.