Hills Bay

Near the mouth of Queens Creek. Gwynns Island to the right.

The Islander in the background.

The Islander and the Gwynns Island bridge.
(You have to pull out a magnifying glass to see the bridge though.)

Calm waters, calm skies

Because I started to twitch, flinch, and convulse at the prospect of not posting for two days in a row, I decided to peruse older pictures to see if there were some I'd forgotten about.

These were taken back in October near the mouth of Queens Creek.

Today--after I take my daughter to the doctor to see if she has a broken arm--I hope to take some new pictures. Yes, I said broken arm.

Friday night's basketball game against Lancaster was scrappy and tough. She took a very hard spill that caused me to cringe when I heard the smack on the floor. Then someone fell on top of her. This is when it takes everything in a mother's power to keep from going insane out on the court to make sure everything's OK.

But I knew I couldn't do that.

Afterwards I asked her how she felt. Fine, she said. The next day, though, she had one heckuva floor burn on her forearm.

Monday night she played another scrappy game against Northumberland but didn't complain about her arm.

Tuesday when I picked her up from practice she was grimacing.  Her arm was throbbing, she said. When I asked to look at it, I did not like what I saw.  Swelling and puffy weirdness.

("Puffy weirdness" is a technical term that only the most specialized of medical practitioners comprehend. It's also quite the fodder for the Comments section.)

My immediate reaction, which was kept to myself, was a saying I heard often growing up in Mathews:  "I don't know much, but I know that ain't right."

We'll know more after we visit our wonderful Dr. K.--who so graciously squeezed us in first thing this morning after receiving my frantic email and text.

Hope your week is going well, injury free, and full of calm waters and calm skies.