I made breakfast tacos and we went to the zoo, even though the sky looked a bit threatening. Which turned out to be a good thing, because the zoo was emptier than I've seen it in years. There was one sudden downpour that lasted about 10 minutes, but we managed to find shelter and didn't get too wet. It was a nice day, but I had a hard time enjoying it because I just hurt. I came home and went straight to the couch and slept for two hours. I'm feeling a little better, but not right. I'm hoping it's just the cold front moving through, bringing that Yankee pollen with it.
While we were having lunch at the zoo, The Boy gave himself a nosebleed. He was wiggling around in the booth and slipped and landed right on his face. It was a really bad nosebleed, with gushing and everything. Husband went and asked for some ice and they called First Aid. The First Aid guy was very nice and pinched The Boy's nose while I held ice on his neck and napkins under his nose, and in about twenty minutes it had stopped. The Boy was very calm about it all, after the initial shock of bumping his nose in the first place.
While we were waiting for the bleeding to stop, we had an interesting chat with the First Aid guy about the kinds of injuries he has to treat. He said there are a lot of heat related things, and sprained ankles, and kids who fall and hit their heads on the concrete walks, and other types of falls. He said one patron who tried to climb on a fence to take a better picture fell off and got a really bad broken arm. Husband said later he wanted to ask if they ever got any animal-attack related injuries. I wonder if he would have told us if they had?
After dinner The Boy took a loooonnnng bath while Middle Daughter and I watched the Buffy and Dawson's Creek pilots on the WB. I can't believe it's been so long since those shows premiered. I remember watching Buffy with Middle Daughter back before Husband and I were married, when she was just a little bit younger than The Boy is now. I always made her close her eyes when Buffy fought the Vamps. I remember the night she asked me if she could watch Buffy stake a vampire, and I told her that I thought it was too scary, and she told me that she wanted to see what happened. So I let her watch, and after the vamp had vanished in a puff of dust, she looked at me and said matter-of-factly, Well, now I know.
Hmmm...another rambly post. I wonder if it's a symptom of whatever I've got?