Weekend in Los Angeles
Indio, California: Though it has
finally stopped raining and the temperatures are finally rising into the 70's
during the day, there just isn't a lot to write about. My Poor Driver is barely
getting around. He needs only a cane (no crutches), but his movement is fairly
restricted. Just a few steps at a time. Luckily he can find a parking spot a few
steps from the doctor office and a few steps from Tacos Gonzalez - his
most-frequented establishments this past week.
There are three positive things to report about Dave's knee injury. 1) The
swelling has gone down considerably, so a MRI has been scheduled for February
1st. Finally, he will learn how much the knee has been damaged. 2) Dave can't
run. He can't bike. He can't walk. He can't golf. But My Athlete has learned he
can drag his lower body across the swimming pool! Though bystanders insist on
throwing-in a life ring (assuming he is flailing), Dave can get a pretty decent
aerobic workout swimming (without kicking his legs). It is impossible to keep a
life-long exerciser from moving around. He will always find a way. 3) The injury
is on his left leg; Dave can still drive.
Which is how we found ourselves in Los Angeles this weekend.
To visit Mr. "I'm not getting a haircut" Leo.
We celebrated Lunar (Chinese) New Year with the kids. Lucy and I sang Lunar
New Year songs (in Chinese, of course) and Lisa prepared a gourmet
three-course Taiwanese meal. I brought mangos and sticky rice for dessert.
Sunday, Lisa made decadent raspberry scones for breakfast. She
this recipe, but did not add the sugary topping.
Leo and Lucy wanted to ride their bikes/scooters after
breakfast, so we suited them up in their protective gear and they rode up
and down the neighborhood sidewalks. It was 76 degrees in Los Angeles today!
Leo rode well ahead of Lucy and I; DT (and his cane)
remained on the front steps of the house. At one point, Sweet Lucy looked
back towards the house and saw Dave, sitting alone. She made the most
heartbroken face, pouting her lower lip and declared: Bubba is alone! I
am going to give him a hug. Then Lucy raced up the street - abandoning
me and her scooter - and jumped into his arms. It was the sweetest thing I
have seen in quite a while and was very impressed in the compassion a two
year old could have for her poor injured Bubba.
So smitten. (Equally.)
We drove back to Indio this evening, and are hoping for a few relaxing days
of warm weather and good news from the MRI.
Until my next update, I remain, your Gong Shi Fat Tsai correspondent.
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