To The Morning
Thursday. The problem was getting the sock on the left foot, the left knee not allowing the leg to bend quite enough so that I could reach the toes. This, with some experimentation, I was finally able to accomplish by eight and so I headed off to breakfast after what appears to have been a decent night's sleep.
Driving was no problem, although, had it been the right knee and unable to bend (very far) right leg, there'd have been no way since the right leg does all the work with the accelerator and brake. Parked in front of a meter (keep the walking back and forth between restaurant and car to a minimum), fed the meter for an hour's time to make up for arriving late and entered the morning café to find my table. It still had a reserved sign some two hours after my usual arrival time. Lots of people having breakfast, but with tables still available. The ladies, it turned out, had been worried.
And so a large breakfast (pork chop, eggs over medium, country potatoes, mixed fruit cup, toast and coffee) for the first time in four days. One-fifty on the scale this morning, almost five pounds under the one fifty-five before all this started. No complaints with that, but you wonder if that's the best way to heal a knee ( body or mind).
Home now, a good start to a new day, perhaps a new week, the apartment house construction crew across the way pumping cement from trucks as I passed by them on the way home. I'm not going to attempt a walk down that hill with a camera, although, without the hill, I'm sure I'd otherwise give it a try.
No. I might.
Later. Some time in bed encouraging whatever aching has developed to go away. I'm not sure if it's good or bad to “exercise” the knee, making the assumption, as long as I don't cause any real discomfort, it doesn't do any harm. This could be an error on my part. Not that I make errors. Of course.
Later still. Alright. The position that seems to irritate the knee is sitting in the chair in front of the computer. Whatever angle, whatever pressures it puts on the knee is not liked. So more time recovering by lying down on the bed and, well, picking up the mail in which I received a copy of The Mythology of S. Clay Wilson, Pirates in the Heartland, Vol. 1 by Patrick Rosencranz.
Actually not bad, not bad at all. Wilson was a good friend during the 70's when I knew and worked with a number of the old underground cartoonists. Teaches me again I've never for some perhaps odd reason made it a point to learn the histories of the people I've known, even some of those I knew and know well in reading parts of the book this afternoon.
They used some of my quotes from a 70's article I'd written for the old Rip Off Review of Western Culture and one or two comments I'd exchanged in back and forth email with the author - nicely done, no complaints - although I really hadn't been of any help, this during these last years when I've refused to write more than one reminiscence requested by friends. My problem, not theirs.
Oh, and a walk down the hill to take a couple of pictures of the apartment house construction site. No problem walking, taking it easy, not in any way pushing it, back feeling just fine, the knee a little sore as it's always a little sore, but getting better. (We are getting better, are we not knee? Knee?)
Evening. Spaghetti with clam sauce (whatever else?) for dinner and so a day with what I'd call a normal number of calories. A good sign, although I suspect I have to hold off more than a bit on having the spaghetti with clam sauce every night. Every other night.
Nothing on television, although I'll probably take a look at the Korean thing I watch more than not, admitting to it thereby excluding me from possessing any taste in television programing. Not much choice given the number of channels I allow myself, but that's my problem, not their's.
Looking forward to the morning.