I am most excited to report that I’m going on a trip with the Bean…just me and a couple of woodens. The Bean invited Smidge, but she didn’t want to come, so will hang out at home with Kele and Taelyn. So I’m head kid. AND I’ll be reporting daily from Branson, MO.
Where are we going? Well, Branson….duh. But to a Hitty carving seminar AND a Hitty Retreat, Hitty Aux Arc. Janet Cordell and Adina Huckins (Denton sisters) are the organizers. I know them from visiting in Arkansas, but all manner of people will be there too, and I’ve only met some of them. Bean says she’s met nearly all of them, so she’ll introduce me. I have to ride in a capsule, but not the pink one…too pink. I’m only bringing my laptop so I can post. Keeping it simple. So that’s the upcoming excitement.
But this week at home, the Bean was gone two days to puppy-sit the grand-dog. Haley got her surgical stitches out on Monday, and positively hates the cone of shame. She seems to believe that it renders her paralyzed and as hopeless invalid to have it put on her. The Bean’s theory was that if the incision was healed to the point the vet removed the stitches, then why was the cone necessary? It’s been a tough process. The pain meds made her loopy, the cone paralyzed her, she was embarrassed by the shaved area, and we think she’s depressed from everyone telling her no-no if she even looks at the wound. The bean hoped to give her respite from the cone by being there so she wouldn’t have to wear it while her Mama & Papa were at work.
Unfortunately, she had to leave at 4:30 yesterday, and both parents were going to be late. Under orders to keep her coned for 3-4 days post stitch removal, the Bean had to install the CONE OF SHAME before leaving. She apologized as she put it on, but for her efforts she received the “Et tu, Brute?” look of betrayal, and Bean is feeling horribly guilty and sad.
So maybe it’s a good thing we are leaving town. Reports can be expected starting on Monday Oct. 29.
See y’all in Branson.