Dear all,

Wow. I absolutely cannot believe how long it has been since I wrote here! Okay, okay, I wrote a quick blurb a week or so ago about my feelings on the absolute rudeness of others - a thing that really pisses me off - but real writing has yet to happen. So tonight I shall try. I actually wrote this wonderful tome earlier today but for some reason it wasn't "taking" here and I lost the damn thing. DD told me to copy and repaste it..so this is what I shall do for this one. 

Meanwhile, summer is swwwwoshing by with a wild frenzy. August 1st tomorrow...then, Labor Day is really around the corner, and my frenzied existence at work will resurface in full force once the faculty and students return. This summer it has been fairly hectic actually, but not like during the actual semesters.   I've been working on a major motion picture shoot for the last few months, but it really has been in full swing this summer. Constant phone calls, meetings, emails and issues to address --scheduling changes the worst of all the problems for me, although I know the location crews have no control over it actually. It is just tedious to keep changing things repeatedly, constantly, over and over and over again. It was tolerable before, but now it is interfering with my real work here...college events. But I am dealing with it. 

 Fall. I hate the fall with a passion. While I love the changing colors of the season, and the cooling of the air here - although there will be an Indian Summer, I am sure --this one has been by far the most brutal here in NY in at least 10 years - I know winter is coming and I dread it. I really should live in a warmer climate (one I can physically tolerate --heat and NY humidity is UNBEARABLE and I wilt, just like my outside plants are doing no matter how much I water them). A hard winter to come, yes...yes.. ugh.

Dream is doing wonderfully well. He started a landscaping business and it is going strong. His clients love him, as do his two employees and things are just meshing into place nicely. I feel that this is his "thing" and that he is destined for success, something I was concerned about before whenever he tried something new. I always sensed they weren't matches, if you will.  This one is different and it "feels" right, good...perfect. His arm is healing well --the poor guy is using it so much it can't help but heal --and he is soaring --spirits are high, positive energy is abounding. It is all good.

As for me, I may have to have knee surgery in the next few months. I injured my right knee several months ago when my heel got caught on the steps at work and I started falling. I broke my fall by grabbing the banister but seriously wrenched it in the process. I shook myself off, went about my work and forgot about it, until that night when it started to throb and blew up like a grapefruit. Of course I went to work the next day. I have no idea how to take care of myself sometimes. And this time, I really learned my lesson.

Subsequently, "Braino" here managed to bash my kneecap against the sharp corner of our living room coffee table --not once, not twice, but three times (Yippee) and on another day I took a misstep outside our home and rewrenched my right knee again.

So what did I do aside from wail? Nothing.

My knee has been swollen since I did it in the first place back in May or June during my insane season. Lately I started to get shooting pains in it while driving --nice, sharp rhythmic ones that feel really gooooood! So Dream and my friend Wendy yelled at me to see an orthopedist, which I did this past Friday.

The upshot? BOTH OF MY KNEES ARE SHOT. 

35 years ago, when I was but a wee 15 year old, I tore the ligaments in my left knee. I actually think I dislocated it --that would actually come in my early 30's when one night, while heading down to my basement in the house where I lived with my ex, my knee completely popped out and went in again. That was really fun. I found out I had subluxating patella --in lay terms that means my kneecaps are loose because I am double jointed. Hey flexibility is a great gift, but we pay a price --excessively loose joints. Anyway, I interrupted myself.   

I never really did anything about my left knee when I was young or in my 30's. I wore a brace in my 30's that helped stabilize it while walking etc, but after awhile I abandoned it because it felt better. If only I had known then what I know now: eventually I will develop osteoarthritis in it and will have my knee completely replaced.

Back to the right knee. It turns out --through x-rays - I may have a torn meniscus in my knee. It usually is resolved by therapy and in most cases by surgery. I go for an MRI tomorrow and then Friday I will see what's up with the results.

Admittedly I am annoyed with myself. I ignore things too much; put things off, put on a brave face and keep going. This time, I really screwed it up. Now I am pissed.