Ring Ring

My phone has been crazy ringing today--14 phone calls to be exact.  That doesn't include the times that I've made a call. . . I believe it has been about 6.  I'm not such a fan of talking on the phone.  It has just been a newsy day--Grandma Koeman is in her last moments on this earth--as my dad says--one hand of Jesus is reaching out to her.  She is just waiting for the other hand.  Can you tell where I get my flair?  :)  There was a lot of confusion this morning as dad couldn't reach mom to tell her about Grandma.  Mom hadn't turned on her cell phone.  Gary wanted to know if I had ever hear about pickle ball.  (I had.)  Gary also wanted me to run outside to pick up my cell phone because he was driving by (it was a spare for mom).  Two credit card companies called to let me know that this was my last opportunity to refinance.  Thanks.  There were questions about the children's Christmas program at church on Sunday night.  I also received two calls from school.  Two.  Yuck!  Garrison's stomach hurt and he just wanted to come home.  I'm still navigating this whole "is your kid really sick or not" landscape.  He doesn't have a fever, but he says it still hurts.  I went to pick him up.  He is able to watch tv and play the ipad.  He did mention on the way home that he is afraid it might be what Simon had.  I need to be sensitive that even though Simon's illness happened in March, it still is something that is on Garrison's mind.  The second call came fifteen minutes ago from Yingpu--Simon's teacher.  She informed me that "Simon is feeling uncomfortable and wants to talk to you."  What?!?  I'm feeling uncomfortable in many ways.  What is going on?  Simon gets on the phone and after many details that involve various kids, the playground and kicking--- it emerges that he swallowed a wood chip.  What do I do with that?  I laughed and told him that there were better things for him to eat.  I don't think he got it.  I made him stay at school.  There was only a half hour left in the day.  Crazysauce.