August 24, 2004

It Takes a Village

Melissa was injured once again in a TaeKwonDo incident. She was participating in some light-contact sparring while doing a demonstration for her school at the Mall of Georgia. Her partner had neglected to remove his watch before suiting up, and Melissa's kick connected with that watch. Sounds harmless enough, but this was no ordinary watch. It was one of those pseudo-military jobs that take up your whole forearm. In geek-speak, it would probably be called "+2 Bracers of Mechanical Time" or something.

So I took off work with "Hopalong Casualty" to make our rounds of the doctors yesterday. First was a stop to the sports medicine clinic for the doctor to review the MRI films on her previous TKD injury to her thumb. (This was from the butch hockey-playing girl who thought "light contact" meant "make your partner see lights.") I watched Matthew while she went in.

Matthew was entranced with the decorative water fountain in the hospital lobby when I heard "Damn!" from behind me. I turned to see a well-built black delivery man looking at Matthew. "Wow, how old is he," he asks. I tell him 2 1/2. "Damn," he repeats, "I've got three words for you: Sports, sports and sports. This little man is built for it." The man was right, Melissa calls him "mommy's little linebacker." He's short and stocky, just like Melissa's dad. The Pediatrician says he'll probably be about 5'9". The kid is almost entirely muscle, (although Mel did catch him licking the TV screen while watching the opening of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" this morning.)

We found out Mel's thumb has a torn ligament, and she needs to stay in the thumb brace for another six weeks. We break for lunch at "Chez Petrey" (a.k.a. Melissa's Parents' place in Lawrenceville) and head off to the second round of doctor's appointments for her foot. After a brief stop-over at our physician's office for a referral, we got an x-ray at the main hospital and find out that the foot isn't broken. That's all they can tell us though, so we'll have to wait for another appointment with our physician in order to get referred back to that same sports medicine clinic.

In other news, I met Justin and his parents to see "The Village" at the Colonial 18. I have to say that it was a great movie with some good suspense and a great twist at the end. And the surprise protagonist, Bryce Dallas Howard's Ivy character, was truly fascinating. I feared that her casting was nepotism (as she is Ron Howard's daughter), but she more than held her own in company of other excellent performances. The dialogue was a bit hokey in a few places, but the plot and character development were top-notch, and the cinematography was nothing short of stunning. (The final scene between Joaquin Phoenix and Adrian Brody was pure genius.)

I do agree with Noel's review in one aspect, however: Ivy finds her way around a bit too well for a blind girl. Given, there's the one scene that shows her counting her steps, but unless she's Rain Man, I doubt she'd be able to calculate angles and acceleration precisely enough to curve away from a rock at the end of a half-mile foot race. Justin's Mother, Judith, who is a music teacher, noted that the first name in the ending credits was the first chair violinist. Rightfully so, I thought, as the music was also top-notch, and the violin was remarkable.

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