Thursday, December 13, 2007


I was minding my own business finishing up a pendant in Marsha's studio/office when I heard the first of many shrill screams coming out of a terrified mother.

Jack broke his arm tonight.

I don't know what he was doing, don't know how it happened, but it looked like a clean break right above his wrist. It looked like he had two wrists actually.
I am sitting here patiently awaiting word of when they will be home. Georgia was a dear tonight, I think she knows something is happening. She quite possibly saw it happen.

Just as we were scrambling in a state of confused horror, Marsha's mom pulled up in the driveway. The three of them went off to the hospital in Poplarville. I got word a bit later that they would have to be ambulanced to the hospital in Hadisburg (I'll have to come back with the proper spelling). Now I am waiting on more word...please word, come!

I had to re-schedule my flight home because of a snow storm, turned out both my flights were cancelled. I am now scheduled to fly home tomorrow at 7:10am which means I need to get on the road by 4am.
I guess that's better than breaking an arm.
Poor Jack!

I'll have to write about the rest of my trip later. I have lots of great pictures.


Kathy Weller said...

Poor Jack!! Jack, get that wrist wrapped up good!!
Nancy, see you soon. Have a safe trip home!!


Blue Noodle said...

if anyone's interested
oh dear god i get to relive this moment over and over and over for the rest of my life.
snow storm or not, you were meant to stay an extra day for a reason.
you're amazing, thank you.