Things happen in 3’s…or I really could just be accident-prone like Don says…

The Knife

The Cut

We were getting ready to go down to the farm to explore for our holiday activity, when a guest came to our door to talk to Don about politics. So while we waited for him to finish up I thought it would be nice to come home to no dishes. I had just finished cleaning the silverware when I picked up one of our brand new bread knives. I ran the sponge down the blade but didn’t compensate my practiced motion for the extra length and it slipped and sliced my skin open over my knuckle. I was shocked! And as I have done with every other shocking incident I called out, “Don.” There must me a tone to that stunned call, because he always comes to me with a “how bad is it” look… The hand is a fascinating instrument, the skin really does lay over it like a glove and I had sliced a peek into that glove – every time I bent my knuckle you could see the muscles and sinew bending to do their work. My stomach could only handle that twice before I had Don wrap it up so I didn’t have to look at it anymore. Well, short story longer – Don took the girls to the farm and I went to InstaCare and got 3 stitches put in.

Oh, the 3’s? Liz’s surgery, Emma’s twisted ankle, and my finger…or I really could just be accident-prone…Don pointed out the number of times I had been to the hospital or doctor from some sort of “accident” since we’ve been married compare to his (none) and I had to agree that current trends bode well for some interesting experiences as we grow old.