Setback

Judy. Well, sorta.  We went to New Hampshire to celebrate our niece’s wedding and spend time with Ted’s family. So since grandson Parker was with us, we spent a few days in Boston showing him the city.  By the way, at his request we went to one of the three

Museums of Bad Art.  What a hoot—I highly recommend it!

Of course, we had to go skating on the Boston Common Frog Pond —Parker had never tried ice skating, and, after a 37-year absence, I was dying to get back out there.  We both were careful, both had spills, then I started feeling my oats.  Halfway around the rink, I decided to stop and check on Parker; hit a lump in the ice, and went down like a ton of bricks.  When I tried to get up, it was clear I’d hurt my hand.

Long story short, Ted and I sent Parker off to the Science Museum, and we spent the day in the emergency room at Massachusetts General Hospital getting my broken wrist taken care of.  On the positive side, I got excellent care, and the orthopedist said my bones look good, and there’s an excellent chance no surgery is required.  Great news for this traveler, as I have every intention of follow-up care in Atlanta, and plan to get the cast cut off in Australia!

If this is the price of livin’ large, I’ll pay!  But, dang, it hurts.

Kudos to everyone we met along the way.  Boston is full of fantastic people.