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Day 5 began beautiful bright and warm. I lovely day, after a string of rainy wet days. We rose a bit late, just about 9:30am. Denver and Izaac had already headed off with Mitchell, Hodder’s 16yr old son, for a day at the Transfer Station – a.k.a. the dump. Mitchell works there for the summer, and thought my boys would like to see what it was like. They, apparently, had a blast. Who knew you could have oodles of fun at the dump, working, for 8 hours.
Corbin and David and I chatted on the front lawn, of their place, for about 2.5 hours. It was a great talk. I enjoyed sharing about our mutual love for Jesus, talking over what had gone on in each family’s life in the past 2.5 years, since we last saw each other. Well, we just gabbed for a long time.
Eventually, I roused Keara, Keigan Michael and myself, enough to collect up and head towards, Elizabeth’s place for the day. Due to our long chat with David and Corbin, we were running about 1hr late, at this point, and still had a 35 minute drive to get to Elizabeth’s.
Corbin decided to stay and sharpen the blades on Dave’s 3 lawn mowers. He has a lot because he’s got to mow about an acre of land (church and manse) every week. Just as the kids and I were pulling out of the drive, I noticed Corbin holding his elbow and walking quickly for the house. I called out and asked him what was wrong. He said, “Everything is okay. We’re good.” Still, being the concerned Mum that I am, I waited until he emerged from the house, with a band-aid on his elbow. He said he had spun the blade, and forgotten a standard safety procedure – to block the blade from being able to do a 360 turn. The newly sharpened edge cut a spot close to his elbow. He assured me again that he was alright – so remembering he is nearly 20, I shrugged my shoulders, told him I loved him and the kids and left.
The children and I got to Elizabeth’s place just in time to pile into her van and head for the Truro ER. It seems it was the day for accidents. Her 16 year old daughter, Kyla, had ‘grazed’ her finger at work, on the meat slicer, and though it was healing up well, they (work) insisted she head to the ER to have it looked at. Workmen’s compensation and all that stuff to deal with, so protocol had to be observed. Off we went. The visit was blessedly short, as the triage nurse was able to just put a band-aid on her wound and send us on our way.
We spent some of the afternoon shopping in Shubenacadie for shoes for Keara. We finally found a pair, and even bought a couple of great priced T’s for Izaac and a Nova Scotia, full-sized flag for Denver’s bedroom back home. Then we headed back to Elizabeth’s to have tea and chat for the rest of the afternoon. We had a scrumptious supper of homemade chicken salad subs and beverages – it was great.
Lisa
