Quiet weekend

Well, it was a quiet weekend here in Salt Lake City...where all the women are strong, the men have bad knees, and the children have whiplash. Dave was sitting at his desk Thursday, started up to go to a meeting, and tore something in his knee. He calls it a freak typing accident. It was very painful--and even more painful watching him try to cook dinner that night hopping around. He got in to see a great doctor the next day (it pays to work for a healthcare company for 32 years) who drained the fluid off his knee. He is doing much better.

In the meantime, Hannah went to her Winter Sports program Friday and was skiing at her usual breakneck (not literally, please God) when she hit some wicked bumps and took a ride on her face for who knows how far. She ended up curled in a ball hoping the feeling would return to her entire body. Quite a scary fall. I know when this kid calls me crying that it was a doosey. She skied down the hill and went into the lodge, just as the mother of a close friend was walking in. Bless her heart, the mom packed Hannah up and drove her straight home. We had a quick trip to InstaCare, and the doctor was relieved Hannah landed on her face, not the back of her head. She was wearing a helmet fortunately. End result is whiplash to her neck and her back is a little out of whack, but we packed her in (ahem, Sherry, pay attention) bags of FROZEN PEAS, the best icing option around, and she was better than expected the next morning. We will have a quick trip to a physical therapist tomorrow to make sure everything is in place. Love to all. Dave just rang the dinner bell!