Last week was long. To finish it off, on Friday night Jojo did a flying side kick in martial arts, landed wrong and broke her leg. She said she heard a snapping sound. We're waiting this morning to see the orthopedist. The urgent care place doesn't fix broken legs.
Thankfully we had some nice breaks (hah). We saw John Kennedy later on Friday night performing at The Hearth and Kennedy's Kitchen Saturday night performing at Kate O'Connor's in New Carlisle. And we caught up with the Moyas, too. Awesome.
Sunday was too gorgeous not to be outside. I let the goats come in the backyard and do some goating, which generally consists of eating everything in sight. My job was to stand guard on the back porch with the hose and protect the hops plants and the flowers. Everyone went to bed tired and happy.
I'm hoping to get back into the poetry mode this week. I was really disappointed I didn't complete the month, sort of a mini failure, I guess. "Bad poet, bad." My stamina is poor. Ah, well. Onward. I'll borrow Jojo's crutches and begin to row.