Friday, October 28, 2011

Mr. Safety

If you know Jack, you also know that he is a stickler for safety. No matter where he is or what he's doing, safety is uppermost on his mind. All the children in the family, (and perhaps even some of the grownups), have gotten catchy little lessons (lectures) from Dad/Uncle Jack/Sweetheart/Mr. Safety.

So I was rather surprised to get a phone call from him today, while he was working at the church. "Um, Dear, I have some bad news for you."

Great. What did I do now? Casually, "Oh? What is it?"

Hesitation. "I need to go across the street."

Across the street is not generally a good thing when you are at the church. Across the street can either mean the public swimming pool, or the hospital. At the end of October, with temperatures below freezing every night, it's pretty safe to rule out the pool. 

Across the street is where Mom had to go 2 years ago when she got food poisoning while she was at the church. To completely acquit the church, the food poisoning had nothing to do with the location. Mom imported her own nearly-deadly bacteria. After some hours, when she was too weak to resist, we imported her nearly-dead carcass to....across the street.

It turns out that Sweetheart, aka Mr. Safety, had been cutting on the wall with his knife. Despite previous lectures he had given on the subject, he was not wearing work gloves. Despite previous lectures given by every father on the planet when handing their son a pocketknife, he cut toward himself. It went something like this.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Hmmm, I notice that I am cutting toward myself. Perhaps I had better cut away from....Aieeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!

It was quite a gash. Thankfully, the slight slant to the angle kept it, barely, from hitting deep and important things like nerves and tendons. Nothing wrong with his clotting factor, either. By the time an hour was up and he got to see the doc, it was stuck so tightly that she couldn't open it even to check and make sure it was clean. Good thing he washed it while he had the chance!

A line of handy stickum, technical name of Dermabond, plus one band-aid, and he was back working on the church again, without even needing stitches. Oh, and a tetanus shot, cheerfully administered by the same nice lady that gave Devon most of his rabies vaccinations. 

Being the loving, loyal, and above all HELPFUL wife that I am, I made him a special sign. I'm sure he will want to display it prominently in his office.

ACCIDENT FREE

FOR


0

DAYS

He can thank me later.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Random Bear Goes to School

Who is Random Bear? If you don't know, click here.

Early one morning, Random Bear woke up and decided to go to school. Technically, he had been bearnapped, but still he wanted to get an education.


Random Bear rides the school bus for the first time ever!
























On a fascinating side note, one of the ladies at the school shed a bit of light on Random Bear's possible past. She said that, when they were very small, her brother and sister each had a bear just like him. They had won them as prizes at the fair. One was colored just like Random Bear, and the other was a bright color. She had not thought of them in years, and felt very nostalgic to see their identical twin cousin.

He's a big boy now!

Random Bear goes to class.

Random Bear learns about anatomy, and...

Eats in the cafeteria.

Drinks do not go so well.

Random Bear is glad to be back "home" after a tiring day at school.

Keep a sharp eye out - there's no telling where he'll show up next.