Poor Mom

My mom has a broken wrist. On the first day of her vacation, she obsessively cleaned the house, then the garage, where she promptly slipped in the water she was cleaning up and injured her paw. It's the dominant one. So, the quilting and learning a new piano piece are right out. As are driving, picking up the grandbaby (toddler), writing, mousing, cooking, cleaning, drying oneself off, and well just use your imagination. Actually, try not using your dominant hand for one hour of regular life. It's a real eye opener. I don't envy her. We find out sometime next week if she needs surgery. I may be taking another trip to Tucson. We'll see.....