4th of July

so my husband broke his collarbone in a bike race last sunday. and with a new titanium shoulder and eight screws as of this pas monday, I believe he qualifies as a bionic man now.

on the fourth, the girls and i took him breakfast in the hospital after a long day of visiting the day before. he was not well. he didn't eat and was kind of a grayish shade of white most of the day. we ended up going home to let him sleep more and returned to drive him home at about 4. he can't sleep because of the sling now and what with all the bolts inside his body, it makes for long nights and weird days. he's doing better today, and actually getting more and more color in his face by the hour, so things'll return to normal soon. I did find his bike rigged up to a trainer in the basement last week (before the surgery) and i believe it was down there so i wouldn't know he was riding while on pain pills and in a sling with a fractured clavicle. he's truly addicted in a frightening way.

this was our fourth of july night: the girls and i drove to webster for a carnival in the rain. we wore rain coats and carried two canvas lawn chairs and two umbrellas. after spinning wildly on a tilt a whirl, and snapping a few wet photos of the girls on a car carousel, we threw a dart at a balloon and won bracelettes before the fireworks started booming and we plopped our two chairs down in the center of this muddy sloggy carnival, close enough that they made a sort of love seat, and lay back with the umbrellas just covering our foreheads and watched the most fantastic fireworks show i've seen in st. louis. maybe it was the company. or the rain and the much muted crowd because of it. but i agree with my four year old jellybean of a daughter who said at one point mom? i had no IDEA there was a holiday that was this much fun.