The week before his birthday he was up at the house with my dad having a boy's only time.. he got up there Monday and it was pouring rain.. so they didn't do a lot just fixed a log rack for me that was getting wobbly, and sat around talking and watching MNF. (Monday Night Football)
Tuesday morning I was at work and got a text from Nick.
" Do we have a big first aid kit?"
and I text back
"no but all the supplies are in the hall bathroom"
then I get
'do we have any big bandages or wraps'
.... call me slow but I finally figured out that maybe I should call now and see what was up.
Dad has this 1970's trail bike that he brought up to the house and Nick was riding on it... the story varies about whether the brakes worked or not, or whether he got the brake and the gas confused but the outcome was the same. Nick crashed the bike into a barbed wire fence and got a couple punctures in his scalp and massive scrapes on his side. They finally decided to go the ER and there they put 2 staples in his head and bandaged up his side. After that he came home and was incredibly sore for a few days. He has the staples out now but I was so mad when I found out that he had his helmet and safety gear with him, but didn't put them on because he was just "riding around the house for a second". I told him I am glad he is okay but if does that again I will kill him.
Back to the birthday weekend, which was much more enjoyable. Nick asked for rifle for his birthday because he wants to get his hunting license to try and go deer hunting. (In our family this is not an unusual request, so hopefully no one got too bent out of shape at that. If you would like to have a conversation about my guns and hunting philosophy please let me know.) Anyway, he was asking for a Remington 707 which is a "starter" deer rifle. Big5 had them but they just looked cheesy to me, and buying a gun from a store clerk who knows nothing is not appealing either. So I spent some time online (got to love the WWW!) and found a store in Livermore that only sells guns and hunting equipment and has been doing so since the 1970s. I called and they didn't the rifle in stock but would order it for us so we went out there. I wanted to see what these looked like and if they were worth the money. The store was just like I expected and we looked at the displays but nothing looked right to me. Just then another clerk quietly walked up and put a consignment gun (in it's box!) on the counter in front of us. It was a 1982 Winchester 7mm Westerner that had never been fired.(Long story there..) After talking for a while we bought it, and he gets to pick it up Tuesday. After that we went to lunch at a very authentic Mexican restaurant and home.
Sunday was his birthday and we went to a dog shelter to volunteer... yes you read that right. My son got up early on a sunday morning to go to volunteer, on his birthday. Here are the pictures from that...
|Carmelo - dog available for adoption just hanging out watching us|
|The Riverbeders - Nick is in the back there.|
|Nick at Bill's Place enjoying his Bday milkshake|