Less Than Fantastic

Today should have been a fantastic day. The boy and I had planned to spend the afternoon at the beach, soaking up the Southern Californian sun as we took a ferry across a harbor and frolicked in the Pacific waves. Building sandcastles on the beach. Eating delicious beach side fare.

Except it didn't quite turn out that way.

We got off to a late start (which isn't terrible, but still a fact), and were bummed to learn that the entire coastline was draped in a dreary cloud cover. Ew. But the air was fairly warm still, so we decided to take some boogie boards and head out anyway.

After a nice walk (observing the dreariness of the sky the entire time), we took the ferry across the water from the island to the peninsula. (Those who are from the area should know what I'm talking about.)

From there, we walked to the pier/beach and found a nice spot to lay down all of our things. And then it was time for the water! Well, the boy went completely into the water. I didn't. For one, it was freezing (we later learned the water temperature was in the high 50s). For two, I somehow managed to psyche myself out about the waves. The waves today just seemed particularly brutal to me. I knew that I wouldn't enjoy it unless I was only getting my lower body wet (not the most fun), or if I was completely in the water, past the breaking point, bobbing up and down observing the shore from the sea. It was cold though, so I was afraid I wouldn't make it out into the deeper ocean in time before being pummeled by a particularly brutal wave. The boy was disappointed I didn't go out. I was too, truthfully. He said something along the lines of "what is the worst thing the waves can do to you?" to which I gave an answer filled with terrible possibilities.

In any case, we eventually built an unfinished castle surrounded by a superbly superb fort/moat.

And then when we tired of that, the boy ran out into the ocean with his boogie board for a few more waves. I had my camera out at this point, and was happily taking pictures of our lovely sand achievement. And then I started taking pictures of the boy, because he looked so cute in the water. And then, mid-shot, I noticed the boy was looking a bit unhappy from the last wave that brought him in. And then I noticed his hair was filled with sand that he didn't bother to wipe away. And then I noticed the strange protrusion sticking out of his neck/chest area.

AUGhhhhhhhhh.

He didn't seem to think anything was seriously wrong. Yet. I brought him to the lifeguard. The lifeguard called a lifeguard truck. The lifeguard truck inspected the boy and told him he had two options: ride in an ambulance to the hospital, or go to the hospital on his own accord. We decided to go on our own accord.

Long story short, we ended up at the emergency room of the hospital in his city. He ended up having what we all suspected (but were hoping against): a broken collarbone. That means for 6-8 weeks, he's out of service. That's basically the rest of summer. It's kind of a bummer. It will still be fun, but that takes out such activities like Six Flags (which we were planning on going to in a week in a half), swimming, kayaking, possibly biking - any outdoor/active activity, really. It's a bit disappointing.

Worse is the fact that while at the hospital, I had to wait outside in the waiting room. That was such a bummer. Waiting and not being able to be there, and not being able to lend a hand to squeeze or a touch to support. I hated that.

To add to the day's unfantasticness, I found out five some hours after my arrival to the hospital (we were there for about three hours), that I didn't have my cell phone. It isn't in my house, my bag, the boy's house, my car. I called the hospital, and eventually drove back to check the waiting room. Security told me that they will check the linen bags (I think I might have left it tangled up in a blanket the staff gave me while I was waiting in the waiting room) tonight. If they find it, they will call me. They also told me that there are a lot of linens, and while the person I was talking to assured me that if it was there they'd probably find it, I didn't feel very assured.

I'm looking up replacement phones right now. It's kind of a bummer because I got my phone recently, and it wasn't cheap. Oh well. It isn't worse than having a broken collar bone. My poor beloved :/

Something else that sucks: ants. We have too many of them. Darn this more-humid-than-normal summer.

Something that isn't as sucky as I originally proclaimed it to be: Bubba/Boba. I called him a needy dog in my last post. I feel a bit bad about that. Yes, he seems to have dog A.D.D. Yes, he's a bit of an attention whore. But he isn't so negatively needy that I should have complained about it. I think he was just calling for more attention than normal because he was in a new environment and his real family was nowhere to be found. So I offer my sincerest apologies to Bubba/Boba, a remarkably cute dog.

Anyway. That was today. I'll recap the rest of the weekend later I suppose.