Cleared for takeoff

So I mentioned that my brother had one of those accidents that seems silly when you have to tell it later. Falling off a golf-cart just seems a little laughable.

I talked to him last night for nearly an hour while he was driving a vehicle for work a long distance. It was late and he was trying to stay awake. Not because of concussion though, the flight surgeon already cleared him on that one thank goodness. It was good old-fashioned 'talk to me and keep my mind going so I don't fall asleep at the wheel' stuff.

So no concussion, no scrambled brains - he was just stressed. He'd been trying to buy a townhouse and the lender he was working with was most unhelpful towards the end. He kept telling them he had a military trip coming up, and needed to close on the date they specified, and no later. And so go the best laid plans. Waiting on others is not something our family does well. Finally, several hours later than promised (which may not seem to be that big a deal unless you have to leave for an extended period immediately following) he closed. YAY! Congrats little bro! I'm so proud. When can I come visit?

When to worry

Lately I had decided that maybe I should be more socially active. Well more active than I usually am at least. So this past weekend I was at a dinner party Friday, a belated graduation party until late Saturday, visiting an open house (yes, I'm looking at houses now - isn't it cute?) Sunday and going out with friends to celebrate a birthday on Sunday until late.

The gist of this is, I missed a phone call from my Dad - which didn't seem all that critical at the time. He left a message that he talked to my brother in Florida and wanted to tell me about it. Nothing new here - my brother was in the middle of closing a deal to purchase a townhouse, so I figured it was the closing deal update. It was late, so I did not get back to Dad on Saturday. Sunday he called again - same message. I called to tell him I got the message, but couldn't talk at the moment, said I would call back later Sunday. After that I wondered what was going on. Call back and find that my brother had been on a mission with his military unit, and coming back from it, is convinced to ride in a golf cart full of his buddies and falls off hitting his head.

A trip to the hospital, an aborted mission and a phone call to my parents later I hear he was talking to them fine, but had some blurred vision. So I thought it sounded like a concussion - but I wasn't sure if I should be worried. Then my father reminds me of his cousin who had a head injury and had mental difficulties as a result. That was of course falling from a speeding motorcycle, but that did not stop us both from thinking the same thing could happen to my brother.

Anyway - I plan to give him a call and talk to him myself to be sure. My dad kept repeating that he sounded fine - even more coherent than usual. (He's an 'uhm'-er.... "Uh......... yeah, um...... what?") Maybe he shook something back into place. That would be so like him.

Dance Charlie Brown, Dance!

Decided to copy Angela's idea and try it out for myself. I have no original ideas you know, only borrowed concepts that I carefully rephrase into something almost unrecognizable and incomprehensible.... I swear he had a head and not just floating facial features when I created it!


Anyway, this is from PICTAPS .... I should have done the dancing Snoopy - that would have been fun.