Frank has been exceptionally kind and in addition to making dinner last night using leftovers, oh that boy of mine does shine, he has also entertained me this week with a marathon of Star Wars videotapes. Yes, the tapes. The tapes that are now collectors items since George Lucas changed his stories. Frank and I are of the HAN SHOT FIRST school and we saw it. Must archive those tapes!
He's hoping that the bushes he plowed through were raspberry rather than poison oak. I think that's wishful thinking; he'd be a lot more scratched if they were berries. I know nothing about poison oak except to wash the clothing right away. He says it's best to shower in cooler water. Hot water spreads it more. Brrrrrrr.
He's also hoping he's not splinted too long as it will interfere with the sax. Frank tried to console him with, "you could probably still play guitar" but Ernest said "I play sax way better than I play guitar."
Um...I don't have a video of him playing guitar. Which he plays just fine, by the way. But I do have the sax video which I shall re-embed here again BECAUSE I CAN! And I'm too lazy to wait another 90 minutes to upload a different one. Besides, this is my favorite.
Well, we'll know more about the finger after another appointment this coming week.