| July 11 |
Luke and Patrick at the Pancake Feed |
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| July 12 |
Luke at Horseshoe Canyon, on the way to Drumheller |
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| July 13 | ||
| July 14 |
On my last day in Calgary (or so I thought), Luke and I went for a
bicycle ride. He showed me several of the places he had used as
models for his paintings. Around 3:00 in the afternoon, we were
thinking of heading back toward the house. I suggested we take
the bike path along the Elbow River. Luke thought that would be
interesting as we would go through the now deserted Stampede
grounds and end up at Fort Calgary, where the Elbow joins the
Bow.
And then . . . |
Ouch
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| July 14 | ||
| July 15 |
They woke me up around 7:00 AM from a well-drugged sleep to explain
what they were about to do to my arm. It work me up quite quickly.
I listened eagerly as Dr. Buckley explained the surgery and its
likely outcome.
When I heard that they were definitely going to put in a plate, I asked, "Will I be able to play the banjo?" Without missing a beat, Dr. Buckley replied, "Could you before?" I was unconscious most of the rest of the day, but I do believe Luke came to visit me shortly after I was out of the recovery room, and Patrick came later that night, bringing roses. Those guys were champs. One of the other of them was with me almost every conscious moment from the time I fell off the bike. |
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| July 16 | ||
| July 17 |
Lindsey and Lee in the "treehouse" in Winnipeg
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