Last night M and I went to check out the film screening of “The Door” and “A Boy and His Wolf” by my friend Karl Ritcher. Lots of fun to check out, seeing as I helped in the art department on the second one. (My first film credit!)
Alas, during this time, I missing some rather frantic calls from my mother. (My phone was on vibrate, and I didn’t hear it). As M and I were heading home I got another call. It was Mum again. When I called back, I found out that my father was in a biking accident yesterday. We don’t know all the details because the hospital had a hard time tracking down Mum during the day so she got to the hospital just before 9 pm when Dad was heading into surgery!
The basic understanding we have is that he was biking on Cherry St around 2:30 yesterday afternoon, went around a corner, and the rest is a blur. Luckily four teenagers saw the accident and called 911. They took Dad to the hospital, and managed to get his bike home. Dad’s apparently shattered his elbow and we’re still waiting on word of what exactly has been done. He only got out of the O.R. at about 2:00 this morning!
Yikes! I’m not sure of more details – I’m waiting for Mum to get to the hospital! Poor Dad!
