You don’t want any scars, stay home and watch TV
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. The kids were settling down at last from yet another chaotic day of summer, and — let me tell you — chaotic is not too strong a word. We’ve already had a broken thumb to deal with on top of an emotional last day of school (I told the kids they’d see their friends over the summer, and they already have, but somehow the drama of that last day is both necessary and inevitable) and Saturday was an ordeal in itself with a trip to the emergency room for stitches and monitoring of a concussion. Nothing at all in the world like maintaining unwavering eye contact with your son while his head is being stitched back together.
Yes, we all know helmets are a wise investment, and we have a good number of them at home in the mudroom cupboard. And we all know biking on concrete without a helmet is simply not a wise move. However, in the heat of the moment of a summer’s day, miles from home, an impulse hits and rushing home to grab a helmet isn’t all that practical a thought to an adolescent boy who simply wants the rush of flying through the air if only for a moment. Who can blame him?
And then there’s the slip and fall, the flesh meeting concrete, the easy flow of blood from a head wound, the shock and pain, the regret and apology. “I’m sorry I scared you, Mom,” he said, when I finally, after minutes that seemed like hours, got to his side from the grocery aisle where I was leisurely filling my cart when summoned on my cell phone: Your Son Is Injured. Please Come Now. The world disappears at a moment like this, and nothing matters but getting from Here to There, and you do. “Is it summer?” he asked, and I nodded, and took him in another stretch of minutes, to the emergency room where Mr. Sundberg appeared a while later, anxious and as beside himself as I’ve seen him in a while.
These things happen, I explained to our son a few hours later as he lay, worn out, in a hospital bed in Room 6, waiting for an okay to leave. But they don’t happen to people who just sit around letting life pass them by. People with scars on their heads and arms and legs are the people who got out and lived, who had adventures, who took a risk or two. You don’t want any scars, stay home and watch TV. You want an adventure? Get out in the world and ride. Sure. But a helmet, next time around, might not be a bad idea. You just never know.
If you like the salty tang of sauerkraut, you’re going to love this dip. Serve with beer and brats out on the deck. Perfect for an appetizer or a Saturday afternoon snack.
- 1/2 cup sauerkraut, drained and chopped
- 1 3 oz pkg cream cheese, softened
- 1 8 oz container sour cream
- 1/2 cup grated Swiss cheese
- 4 oz sliced corned beef, finely diced
- 2-3 T milk
Combine all ingredients but milk and in a small saucepan and heat over low heat until hot. Or microwave in small bowl for 4 minutes, stirring halfway through. Thin with milk if necessary.
Serve with rye or pumpernickel bread sticks.