What a Week

As you may know from my previous post it was quite the week. When I thought it may just have been a January thing I was proven bitterly wrong.

That oldest son of mine, after being in the dog house this past week, was allowed to ride the skidoo, something previously allowed once and with others around. He was doing fine… the dog ran behind him as he went out on the ice about a kilometer or so within sight of the Rectory… the dog must have put in about 10k.

He was doing so well we let him go buy gas for the machine. He let off the dog, simply carried through the door with exhaustion, and asked if he could have yet another spin. Being so attentive to my instruction those last 2 hours I said fine; “go around the cove once more.”

After an hour and a half I was frantic while Sherry had already been through the village with the still broken car. With no sign of him I was on my way out... when there he was.

What happened? Well, his “original” version was that he got stuck. The “revised edition” was that he got stuck, far off the trail, in some obscure part of the bay… where no one would have looked… and where he got “stuck between some rocks.” The “directors cut,” not to be told for some time later, was that he was thrown from the rocks as he careened uncontrollably between some boulders (we have some dillies left behind from the ice age). The time was spent manuvering the, newly "full," skidoo sideways. I know the weight, and he must have put his whole 100 pounds into this effort. I think he must have come out of this with some type of knowledge.

Damage:

1) The ski is bent on a vertical 90 degree angle… a welder will fix it at some point.

2) he had a bruised knee; and may have learnt a lesson?

3) I have a few more gray hairs and I have learnt a lesson. It ain't over 'til it's over; please let it be over :-)

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