In which Friday started off to be a nice day...

Last Friday my mom and I went to the Spa at Colonial Williamsburg--highly recommended, BTW--for birthday week manis and pedis. It was a wonderful experience and we left there feeling relaxed and hugely pampered, until we came home and my mother promptly broke her ankle. Well, technically, her leg. She has a nice clean break in the fibula, which meant the rest of Friday was spent in the emergency room in the middle of a snowstorm, but mercifully no surgery! (At a loss for what to do with myself when she went up to X-ray, I tweeted, and very much appreciate the kind messages.) Hopefully she'll be seeing the orthopedic specialist today for the cast, and I cannot WAIT. I will be twitchy until we get her home and comfortable again.

I know it's going to mean several weeks of being mostly sofa-bound for her--thank goodness the Olympics are about to start!--and we're going to get a lot of very excellent mother-daughter time. I plan on taking my laptop and camping out in her living room for much of each day. But I know she's going to get restless and want some things to do besides just watching TV. I've got her stocked with books, magazines, Spanish lessons, notecards for writing letters, and crochet materials. I would LOVE some ideas for other things she could do while sitting on the couch and knitting her bones back together!