Ordinary Time

(E) As has been mentioned before, nearly our entire family is involved in our homeschool theater group's production of Oliver! With the performances less than two weeks away, it seems as if all of our attention and energy has been consumed by it. And while finding props, making costumes, locating appropriate footwear, and hounding friends to be in the audience is time-consuming , the thing that makes us realize that our lives have been overtaken, is the continual soundtrack running through each family member's brain. With eight people living together, you can be sure that at any given moment at least one person will be humming/whistling/singing a selection. (This is sometimes cute, in a slightly embarrasing sort of way...such as when both TM and D spent our entire time in the grocery store singing a medley at the top of their lungs. I worry only a little bit what people think when they hear my obviously adopted son singing about how "all he ever gets is gruel".

(E) While I am told the above referenced show is exciting, the Curry version of the last 24 hours is about as exciting as I care to get. Last night, as we were finishing getting dinner on the table we hear a cry from the other room. Since someone always seems to be falling/tripping/stubbing toes/or otherwise becoming injured in minor ways, we thought nothing of it. But this time it involved blood...and quite a bit of it. TM had somehow fallen and hit his ear against the corner of a wall. J saw the injury first and promptly announced that he was taking TM to the ER. I was at least slightly prepared then for what I saw when I looked at TM's ear. His ear looked as if someone had taken scissors and cut from the outside edge, straight in. Basically, his ear was ripped in two, and we got a unique interior view of the ear's cartilage. It was bad . Eldest daughter M. gamely took over feeding everyone else dinner and we went to the hospital. Body parts cut in half evidently g