Grounding Sheets

Now, Lisa and I recently purchased and set up a King Sized, silver infused grounding sheet in our master bedroom. It actually plugs into the house electrical system. It arrived on Tuesday and I have to say, I have been sleeping deeply, dreamlessly, and my circadian rhythm has started to shift after 8 years. I’m now able to stay up later and as of this morning, sleep in until between 4 and 5 am. Even the dogs are sleeping later.

Unfortunately for Lisa, her deep sleep was interrupted after I went on my rounds, when Bandit and Smokey decided they wanted to return to the bed for a little more grounded sleep. These dogs have a habit of running and launching themselves like two fifty pound missiles from the long hallway leading into the bedroom. Yesterday morning, Lisa, who has shifted into the center of the then empty bed, was in the bullseye of their impact zone. One of the two dogs landed elbows down, on the side of her head.

When I returned from my rounds, Lisa was sitting up in her recliner in the living room, sipping some natural supplement elixir, when I noticed some blood trickling down her right jawline.

“I think Bandit might have landed on me.” She commented, pointing at her right ear, nonplussed.

“Can you find me band-aid?”

My closer inspection disclosed that Lisa had either been boxing with Mike Tyson, or had been shot by a Butler Pa., copycat sniper. The bottom of her ear, just north of the ear lobe had been torn asunder, right through the cartilage rim, and lay separated, in two flapping jagged sections.

Eeeewwwwwww.

Now this is not the first time Lisa has been accidently wounded by our creatures in very odd ways. A couple of years back, when I was traveling to LA for a weekend, Blue, my 80 pound Bronx Pittie, decided to leap up on the sleeping Lisa and cracked a couple of her ribs. At about the same time, Lisa was trying to halter Honey and the frightened mule attempted to leap over Lisa, who fell backwards on her ass positioned just right for Honey’s back hoof to land full weight on Lisa’s shin. That left a lasting impression. Literally.

Now, I’m averse to seeking professional medical assistance for me, but I knew from my own childhood, and from raising my own rambunctious kids, when a wound requires a stitch (or two), so I packed the objecting Lisa into the Toyota and took her to the closest Emergent Care.

Otherwise, she would have eventually healed, looking something like this, if you can imagine the wound extending up through the cartilage.

She spent the trip to Longmont explaining how silly I was being.

On the road to Damascus, I spotted a Crow couple on the overhead light, and I could tell which one was the male just by their body positioning,

as I often gaze off out the driver’s side window, haplessly, when receiving a good lecture.

Anyway, we arrived at the Longmont Emergent Care – so different from anything I have experienced in NYC – and after a few hours, and a dozen sutures, Lisa returned to the waiting room, looking quite Trumpian.

But Lisa is a trooper. She never complained about the pain.

And after a detour to Walmart to pick up some antibiotics, we were back home at Casa Claire, and two very contrite Beagles, all in one Frankensteinian piece.

I’m looking forward to seeing the finished product but was not daring enough to ask.

Lisa was uncomfortable last night, and had to sit in her recliner all night so she wouldn’t accidently role over on her wounded ear. But she didn’t complain.

She is supposed to watch the grans today. Not sure how that is going to work out.

This is a perfect anecdote of what it is like to be married to Tom McCaffrey.

Shit happens.

But yesterday wasn’t all bad (at least for me), TWA did receive a wonderful video review on Instagram from a dear friend and marvelous Canadian writer, Sheila Young –

https://www.facebook.com/reel/1270159601563204 –

I just love the way they say the “out” sound – and you should really check out her amazing novel – “Mac” – https://www.amazon.com/Mac-Sheila-Young/dp/1777881021

And, as one who follows another female author on social media, the brilliant writer JK Rowling – I was thrilled yesterday, when the great lady acknowledged my on-line happy birthday greeting:

As with most of my interactions with women, I’m sure it is far more memorable for me than her. But you must take your wins in life as they come, and if they ever write my biography, I hope that brief moment makes it in there. A digital form of six-degrees-of-separation, at least in a talent and fame context.

But as we sow, we also reap, which makes this particular Friday even more magical with the arrival of the Celtic celebration of Lughnasadh –

https://mallonireland.com/blogs/news/lughnasa#:~:text=01%20Aug%2C%202024,storytelling%2C%20and%20arts%20and%20crafts.

So, you fine, five readers, reap a magical weekend from the hard work you have sown this week.

Maybe, dance a step or two, if the urge takes you –

https://youtu.be/cTad-O-XJzw

But no matter what else we get up to this Lammas (that one’s for you Pete Sheridan) –

Let us all make today a great one.