We went swimming on Saturday night, and after my first dive off the dock, but before I could make it back to shore,

Olivia sliced her foot to smitherines on oyster shells. Who knew a foot could bleed like that? We worried about whether or not she would need stitches. It’s a greusome, multi-faced, gory looking wound including, but not limited to one really long, deep looking slice. Poor kid. Fortunately, some of the locals were having a picnic at the beach, and went to get Sally, a volunteer parametic that lives in the neighborhood. She said it wouldn’t need stitches, but spent about 20 minutes explaining the importance of getting it COMPLETELY clean, and bandaging it with butterfly bandages. Well, no store that we could find around here sells butterfly bandages (what’s up with that?), so we’re doing the best we can with regulars sitting vertically across the wound. What this means for Liv is that she can no longer do the two funnest kid activities at the cabin, which are jumping on the trampoline, and swimming in the canal. I think I’m going to have to buy more popsicles.

It did end up getting really, REALLY hot here. I haven’t had much energy to do anything but sit under the fan. It’s too hot to eat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying it immensely, but I haven’t been overly productive. I frogged the sleeve cap on one sleeve of the VCC. I have knit 8 rows, and have obviously forgot what tension I was knitting, because I’m going to have to rip out those 8 rows and reknit them looser. Luckily, it’s also too hot to care.