Miser Family update: changing our colors version

Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Family household.  

One of the ways it's rich and full is with color; I've been resting my brain after the end of the semester by slopping paint on stuff (mostly furniture, my paint shirt, and my fingers).  I've (re)painted a bathroom vanity and also a CD/curio shelf.  

The bathroom vanity is kind of subtle, but the CD/curio shelf not so much.  I've had a blast playing with color on this one!

And my paint shirt was so covered with color, that when I went to give blood today, the phlebotomist gave me a bandage that matched one of my many paint stain colors.  

My bandage not only matches my CD shelf, but now my husband and I kind-of match, since we both have bandages on our left arm . . . although his is somewhat more durable and impressive, seeing as it's not a spongy purple wrap, but a big old cast.

After his bike crash a week ago, he got to see an orthopedist on Monday, who scheduled my guy for surgery on Thursday. On Tuesday, he had the Q-tip-to-the-Brain Covid-19 test (on that day, at least, he was negative) and an EKG (he's got  a good heart).  On Thursday, I walked with him five blocks to the hospital, where a pair of surgeons got to play with the jigsaw pieces that were his humerus.  Kind of amazingly, both the radius and ulna were fine.  He stuck around overnight to get the pain meds under control, and then on Friday he asked them to check on the density of his bones before they released him and we walked back home.

Well, so here's the result: my guy no longer has bones; he basically has pretzel sticks where the bones used to be.  At least, that's what we read between the lines when the dude from the pharmacy--who brought up the Special Vitamin-D pills--interpreted the preliminary results.  My husband has to have a follow up test to confirm, but it looks like he's now officially a person of ELBD (Extremely Low Bone Density).   

The further implication of these results follows from a promise he'd made to himself long ago, and that he's now resolved to implement: if he ever got osteoporosis, he'd give up bicycling as too dangerous.  So, just like that, my husband is no longer a bicyclist.  How's that for a change in lifestyle?

Another, more temporary, side effect of the bike crash -- and the follow-up surgery and physical therapy (that will start Monday) -- is that I-daughter has wisely decided to tighten her quarantine circle a tad; I won't get to have waffles/church with her for a while.  It's the right thing to do, but I'll miss hanging with her.  

Fortunately, the weather has turned lovely, and so spending time outdoors is getting easier and more alluring.  It's easier for my husband to walk around.  We had a local brass band do a parade down our street last night (with the neighbors streaming out onto our porches to whoop and clap).  I got to attend a "Drive-by baby shower" for K-daughter.  Of course, Prewash enjoys catching her some rays.   We sit on the porch and read the newspaper and wag our tails at passers by.  

(Actually, she hates the sun glasses).
But she loves greeting the neighbors.

And that's the news from our family, which continues to be wealthy in how we change colors.  May you and yours be safe.