Weekend

Saturday was a lovely sunny day, in the 70s with a warm breeze and I wished all the summer days could be like that, instead of being as hot as they are, in triple digits.    Philomena, a movie I had been looking forward to, just opened and it was every bit as good, better even, than I expected.  As it has just opened there were four performances and Pattisue and I went in the early afternoon.   It certainly made a change to come out of a movie and drive home in daylight.  I think what made it exceptional was Dame Judi Dench's acting, and the many twists and turns in the plot.

It was based on a true story and I did come out  angrily feeling that the Catholic church in Ireland has an awful lot to answer for.   In Philomena's youth, nuns took in expectant mothers who had been thrown out on the street and used them as slave labour, they were only allowed to see their children for one hour a day, and worked seven days a week.  When the children were five or six they were sold to adoptive parents in America.

The temperatures dropped overnight and Sunday felt very cold when I woke up, and I just didn't have any energy.  I don't think I can take these changes in temperature.  I filled a hot water bottle and went back to bed with a book.   I didn't even make it to church.

This morning I was a bit busy.   Pattisue - after the movie - was coming back from Tecumseh with her daughter,  and a drunk driver - going very fast in a restricted area - rammed into her from behind.   He was taken into custody at the scene, and an ambulance took her to the Emergency Room, where she had a CT scan on her head.  She said her back hurts a bit but mostly she suffered head injuries, and her face is almost completely covered in bruises.  It looks horrendous, but she says it looks a lot worse than it feels.   

She rang me this morning to ask for a lift  because she had to go to what they call a Walk-in Clinic at the hospital for, I think, a prescription.  I am a bit hazy about American medicine and insurance, so I don't understand why she wasn't given a prescription in the ER, but I can't get my head round American healthcare, or its lack thereof.

Thankfully the drunk driver who ran into her was insured, so I picked her up at the hospital and took her back to my house to make phone calls, so that if she was told she could have a rental car I would be able to drive her there.    As the drunk driver is still in prison he hadn't contacted his insurance company, but there isn't much doubt about his liability, and I took her home while the insurances companies concerned sorted it out.   

And the weather....