It was below zero Monday night in Pengilly. I know because I was there. NCW had to visit her new great-grandson in GR for the first time, and then go to the dentist on Tuesday. The great-grandson is really tiny and really cute. He was born on Thanksgiving so he's not even a week old yet.
We came back to St Paul for my appointment with the hand doctor for my two broken fingers. Dr. Schubert didn't think an operation would make any sense, and I was able to convince him that I should be able to play some tennis soon. Possibly tomorrow. So he sent me to the splint maker to make me something that would satisfy my mobility needs. This is the end product of a quite interesting process.
There is this plastic material that is hard at room temperature, but that is very pliable when soaked in hot water for 5 minutes. It also can be cut with a scissors when it's pliable. So they formed it to my hand, cut it to shape a useable splint, attached velcro straps and now I'm ready to roll. The splint gives me latitude to hold a tennis ball and toss it up for a serve. That's all I need the fingers on my left hand for. I think I'm playing tennis tomorrow at Wooddale.
Maybe that guy in "The Graduate," who thought the wave of the future was "plastics," was right. I know that I'm plenty impressed.