Yesterday Holly and I had a little treat: Linda and Berle drove up from California just to see us and take us out to dinner. It was a sweet if not extravagant gesture. For no other reason than they wanted to see our pale, pasty, Oregon faces, they drove up; the extravagance is highlighted when the had every intention of leaving this morning. It's kind of neat to have family that is willing to drive hundreds of miles just to take you out to eat and leave the next day. To honor the occasion we took them out to Thompson Brewery & Public House and ate outside. It was a good evening, a good meal (3 plates of fish and chips, Holly wimped out with an American gyro, a couple of pints of good beer, and again Holly wimps out and had a glass of wine).

I just found out that Papa fell off his ladder while working on the tool shed (perhaps it should be known as The Tool Shed of Doom). He's been in the emergency room because he dislocated his shoulder. Mama said they will sedate him to relocate it then he can go home. He's going to need some physical therapy. I'll write more as I learn more, and I'll see if I can get Papa to write something, if he can.

UPDATE: It turns out the ladder fell out from underneath Papa. He's in a brace now to prevent him from re-dislocating his shoulder. He's in some pain (and will be for a while) and it is suspected he has a 3 week recovery before he will regain full range of motion.