Yeah, it dropped. (That's how that expression goes, right?) I've been edgy since Saturday, sure that some other bit of horribleness awaited me, seeing as bad things always happen in threes and all. John, the cat, what next?
Don't worry: no more death.
But, my 87-year-old grandmother was in a serious car accident. She's been on the "should not drive but refuses to stop" list for a long time, and was, quite literally, an accident waiting to happen. Now she's an accident that did happen. She rear-ended a stopped car "because she didn't see it." She broke her collarbone and shattered her kneecap. And totaled her car. The two people in the car she hit are fine, thank goodness.
This probably spells the end of independent living for my extremely independent grandmother. She'll be in the hospital for an indeterminate amount of time; she'll probably have to have surgery on her knee and then will need rehab. Luckily, my uncle is with her and will be staying with her for a while until things get settled. My grandfather had a stroke about five years ago and lives at a home care facility; his mental function is somewhat impaired, but I'm sure he's worried about my grandmother and he's going to dearly miss her daily visits.
I'm so glad the twins, John, and I got down to Florida to see my grandparents last August. That was an arduous trip, but so worth it. I wish I could be there now to help out.
2007: This had better be the end of the bullshit.