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June 1, 2009 / Maleesha Kovnesky

The Rollercoaster

So remember how I mentioned we have to move?  We looked at a few places and found a GREAT one.  It’s newer/bigger/better than this one, with lower utilities, and the rent is cheaper.  So we started the lease-signing, deposit, first/last month’s rent process.  We figured they would be elated because we were going to be out even earlier than we had planned.  We planned a moving date, reserved a moving truck, started the process of switching utilities.  Even though we were asked to move out several months early so the new owners could move in, we were happy that we found an even better (make that MUCH BETTER) place to live.

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We called the landlords to tell them the good news. 

“Oh we meant to tell you, we don’t need to move in now,” they said.  “We are moving to New Hampshire.  You can stay there for at least the rest of your lease.”

We move in a couple of weeks.

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We took a drive through Yellowstone on Sunday.  It was a great day, great drive, great sunset.  Toward the end of the evening, we stopped in Cooke City for dinner.  “City” is just part of the name, as the population is about 150.  It’s right outside the park and is the start of the Beartooth Highway, so it’s a touron tourist attraction.  We stopped at a little bar/grill to eat dinner, but there was only one waitress and about five families in front of us, so we decided to mozy on down to the next restaurant, “the Bistro.” 

We asked for a highchair for Macy.   The hostess got big eyes and said “We have one in the back!  We just cleaned it…a baby was in here this morning.”  She walked to the back of the restaurant to find the chair. 

The highchair was old, made of wood and metal.  We couldn’t figure out how to get the tray off to insert the baby.  The waitress and hostess weren’t knowledgeable about the chair.  “We got that from a garage sale,” they said (You can’t run over to Wal Mart in Cooke City).  I was standing on one side of the chair, and Wasband was trying to open the tray.  He managed to get one side of the heavy, wooden tray lifted.  Then he let go, thinking that the tray lifted on one side only.  The tray (think big, solid cutting board) fell vertically onto the top of my foot.  My foot instantly went numb. 

I doubled over and gasped.  It hurt.  The waitress said something like “Oh my goodness” and the hostess said something like “Oh no!” 

I sat down and we ordered dinner.  Five minutes later I had to take my shoe off.  My foot was swelling up.  I was hungry but nauseous from the pain.  The ride home was just short of Miserable with a dose of Pissed Off.  I had a couple of back pills in my purse, so I took them and they made me cranky instead of relieved.  Wasband and I spent the two hour drive back arguing about socialism and hunting and corn syrup. 

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The next morning my foot was even more purple and even more swollen.  I made a doctor appointment and got an x-ray.  A small bone inside of my foot is broken.  I have a Velcro-type moon boot and crutches.  I can’t drive, because I have a clutch. 

This is just not good timing!  I would have greatly preferred to break my foot during the winter months when I wasn’t going to the gym a lot, or taking lovely walks in the evenings, or gearing up for serious gardening and camping adventures.

* * *

So according to the rollercoaster of the last few weeks, something REALLY GOOD is about to happen to me…

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  1. Christine / Jun 17 2009 7:17 pm

    LOL, we just ate at a place in Silver Gate…Cooke City was booked, so we inadvertantly drove to Red Lodge via Beartooth Highway. At night. In the snow and fog. Deer wanted to be in our windshield. So did elk and wee elklings. But the parts that were a little more nerve wracking were the rock slides. There’s nothing better than dishwasher sized rocks looming out of the fog.

    Anyhow. I hope your foot feels better!

    Maybe next time I’ll drag Lars up there so we can get together again. 😀

  2. teeni / Jun 4 2009 7:26 am

    Wow! I hope you are feeling better and all healed up soon! Yup – something good must definitely be on its way to you!

  3. smalltownsmalltimes / Jun 4 2009 5:35 am

    I forgot to ask when you told me about moving — what about your garden? Dude – your garden? I am now as worried about your garden as I am about your foot.

    I think you’re right — hold on something good is bound to happen….

    I am packing my garden and taking it with me!!!! No, really I am!

  4. Carli / Jun 2 2009 5:23 pm

    do you need an anesthesiologist?

    depends…what you got in that line?

  5. morethananelectrician / Jun 2 2009 1:05 pm

    Try to hide if you can.

    Since we are already on bad things, I don’t feel too bad about bringing this up…did I miss an update on the missing ring yet?

    the missing ring is still in Gallatin Gateway, the guy found it and I just cant seem to find time to get out there. Im thinking of getting a fancy tattoo ring instead. i wont lose it unless there is a REALLY BAD mishap!!

  6. Pammy / Jun 2 2009 12:43 pm

    Please tell me the restaurant comped your meals for eternity. Please tell me that.

    Your life has just been dealing with one big d-bag after another the past few weeks. I think it’s time to crack out the emergency brownies.

    I cracked them! And the emergency ice crea, the emergency soda, the emergency PB&Js…oh lordy I need some emergency gym shoes…

  7. crisitunity / Jun 2 2009 6:26 am

    “Oh, we meant to tell you…”

    !@#$%&*. Srsly.

    I’m so sorry about your foot! Here’s a sadder story to make you feel better: Picture a little boy at age 12 who broke his arm very badly THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL GOT OUT FOR THE SUMMER. BF’s brother did this. He was inside in a cast for the entire freaking summer.

    oh nooooooooooooooooooo!!!

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