So...Nathan, and Good Deeds, and Ankles

...although not necessarily in that order.

I was so flabberghasted by the news of my Dad that I never did write about the rest of my weekend.

Jake's foot has been bothering him on and off since the previous Monday. On Friday, he came home from school saying that he had been running during recess, and then his foot hurt so bad that he had to go to the nurse. And here we are on the verge of a 3 day weekend. So I called the doctor's office right away, got the machine, and explained I'd like him seen today if at all possible. If not an appointment this afternoon, then perhaps Urgent Care tonight. Received a call back at 3:30, saying they were able to squeeze us in for 4:00 (with a different doctor, as our doctor was booked up). Awesome! Jumped in the car, and slowly realized that it is not possible to drive from my home to the doctor's office in half an hour on a Friday afternoon. Arrived 10 minutes late, but it was cool. But by the time we saw the doctor, the foot in question, which 10 minutes before had slowed down our would-be rush from the car to the office, ceased to hurt. At all. Doctor manipulated the foot all around, moving it this way and that, and witnessed the boy walking, and could not witness any problem. The kind doctor did believe us though, and explained that because there are so many ligaments and what-not in the ankle, that one can sometimes twist it or turn it and injure it easily, and not even realize it. So it was very possible he had twisted it. The treatment was to give it a rest for a week or two, to which extent she wrote him a note to get out of gym class; to put an Ace bandage on it when it was sore; and no, he cannot go hiking with his father this weekend. (Dad was not happy about that.) As of this morning, the ankle is still sore, and he wore the Ace bandage to school today. We were in a hurry (as usual) this morning, and didn't have time to put the bandage on in the house, so I did it while we were out on the curb waiting for the bus. We were quite the sight.

So...Saturday, I was on my own, the boy being with his dad. I decided I really needed to go see Waitress, starring my new boyfriend, Nathan Fillion. But for some reason it was only out on limited release, and I had to drive a half hour to a town I don't know to get to a cinema that was playing it. Nathan, I will drive all day to see you! The movie was really good. Very well done. I don't think I'd really heard of Adrienne Shelly (who wrote and directed, and co-starred) until the hubbub for this movie began. But she was so adorable in this, and all I could think of was how sad it is that she was taken like she was. What a waste. And she didn't even get to see this movie come out. The movie was great. Nathan, of course, was adorable. He has the cutest smile! But beyond that, he was really good. Keri Russell, and, well, everyone, did a fine job, too. I could really identify with Keri Russell's character, too. I was in a similar situation, with the trapped-in-the-marriage-with-no-love-and-a-not-very-nice-guy-and-so-lonely-and-starved-for-love-but-afraid-to-leave. And also, before it started, there was a preview of Alan Tudyk's new movie, Death at a Funeral. Which also looks very good. Moving on now...

On Saturday, on my way to the movies, I did a Good Deed. I was driving behind a motorcycle, when the driver's jacket flew off the back of the bike. In an instant I had to decide whether to stop and get the jacket and then try to catch the driver, or just try to catch the driver to tell him. I went for the latter, figuring if I stopped I may lose him completely, and then what would I do with the jacket? I thankfully did NOT run over his jacket on my way. But, man, he was driving fast. I beeped and waved a few times, trying hard to make it sound like a friendly beep, and in no way like a I'm-a-crazy-stalker-and-of-course-you're-not-going-to-stop-for-me beep. But on he went, for a couple of miles. We were coming close to the entrance for the highway I needed to take, and also the gas station I NEEDED to stop at first, and I was afraid I was going to lose this guy. My one chance was a traffic light up ahead. God was kind enough to make the light turn red when I needed it to, and Mr. Motorcycle stopped in the left lane, and I pulled to the right and approached him:
"Excuse me!", I shouted over the engine, "you dropped your jacket!"
"Oh, shit!"
"Yeah, right before the racetrack!"
"Thanks, sweetheart. I'll go back and get it!"

And that was the rest of my weekend.