So much to look forward to here when Summer arrives, as it finally did
a few weeks ago. We endured a long Winter this year and it was
difficult to imagine the heat, as today it is difficult to imagine
pulling on a second pair of trousers as a brace against the freezing
cold. But a part of this Summer has been put on hold and tempered by
the fact that our youngest child, the (not-so-small) small one, fell
off her bicycle and broke both bones in her right arm.
She knew, we all knew, just by looking at it.
took a tearful drive to the hospital and then had to make a longer
journey to Perugia, as the nearest orthopaedic specialist was there on
duty that afternoon.
The afternoon soon became the evening and we finally emerged, bleary eyed and blinking into the dark carpark, one of us wearing a heavy plastercast all the way up to the shoulder, set for 40 long days. Our little girl had no idea at the time what lay in store as the Summer began to take it's toll, but as we have now arrived at the 40th day, we are all at the end of our proverbial tethers.
I have been fortunate to have been otherwise preoccupied of late.
Not surprisingly, things of a building nature are my immediate concern
and it's a little like firefighting as I lurch from one emergency
deadline to another. The stress of that is, though, tempered by
allowing myself time every so often to go out in the car and 'discover'
new and interesting places to draw and paint.
I call it research, and it is, but it also gives me a chance to stop for a time and focus on something other than power tools.
I just do quick sketches or small paintings to get a true sense of what it would be like for a group, then move on. So far I have a little 'library' of good places for morning painting, good places for afternoon painting, and loads of good places for lunch.
I've been busy.
For the patient back at home, unfortunately it's not quite as simple as just 'taking it off' today. You see, the bone hasn't quite set correctly and we will have to wait for the results of a final x-ray to confirm that she is now free to swim, ride her bicycle, draw, and do homework with her right hand. Our supportive, collective family-ban on all such activities seemed like a good idea at the time, but 40 days is a long time for anyone, certainly long enough for our wheatfields to turn from vivid green to golden brown.
So today has been a long time coming and, hopefully, the real Summer will start, for one little girl at least, very soon afterwards. We'll see.
The stupidest thing I did today;
I said, rather foolishly, as we went in to see the specialist, "I'm sure it'll be alright, then we can go swimming this afternoon!". Not according to the doctor.
He simply shook his head and said, "...ancora 20 giorni..." Aaaaaagh!