Endlessly now they hurt - my knees. ONly one is injured - the rite - but wobbling about on one makes the other natty, so now two hurtpins. Suxx. Worst is the getting up in the nite - everynite, several times a nite - to get up to walk around the room - because THAT"S THE ONLY WAY THY STOP HURTING.
So, finally, i ddi go get an MRI- and the do said that basically, if Iever want to play w/out pain again - Ive gotta get surgery ont he rite.
Not bad surgery - arthro, 20m, maybe even no pain meds after - but do i really want surgery of any kind?
But, tehn - do i ever want a full nites sleep?
Why I don't want surgery:
I'd wanted to wait it out - the other coaches have their various hurts, some knee related, but have not had surgery - is my knee worse off than their various hurts?
That book - Pain Free - has had a tremendous effect on my mind. It's thesis is a rather attractive one: "don't get surgery - just follow our steps to heal. Yopu will eventually get better w/out surgery". But everyday, dull pain ......
So, I dunno. Can't play any sports rite now - no cutting and all. I could run - straight ahead motion - but I'm too unhealthy to put a ball @ my feet.
This suxx.
12 June, 2011
06 June, 2011
Some Girls
Reading, amongst others, Unchosen: The Hidden lives of Hasidic Rebels by Hella Winston. Yes, and sorry, still rockin' the Hasids. Obv. from the title it's about those who felt that they couldn't fit in to the lifestyle. Loved this quote about Yossi, one such rebel:
"And there also was the fact that most of the girls he tried to talk to seemed to relate to him as if he were either an alien form another galaxy or some rare exotic species (Homo hasidis), too holy for mundane thought or conversation"
Me, of course, in parts. Often times, it ain't just the birds that tend to me that way - many times when i go into bars by myself around here, i am some sorta alien from another galaxy the rare thing by whoever is there.
But this here is about birds. There have been no women @ all in my life since Gf - a longtime now - but there actually has been a girl or two. Meeting engagements, nothing settled, nothing done, but nice anyway. Nice to have ANY sorta glancing interest from people you are attracted to - but w/out the messiness of actually having to be accountable to them. So ..... the equivalent, yes i think, of being @ the bar by myself reading political pamphlet and having a drink, only speaking to the bartender.
So, there I was, in my comfortable clothes a few months ago (Fuck do i miss the shit out of that time - i really do - it's nice being a Beatle) @ Lanigans - a Friday nite when it's always chaotic - and yes there was the life of the bar dansing and singing and drinking - and there was me, writing scripts or reminders or notes or annotations or what - and she dansed over to me and said - of course - hey, are you Amish. I told her the reason for the season - Morrissey, 1985, Hasidism, Tony wilson, all that - and she stayed for a bit. She was a busy girl - the whole bar and the whole world was there for her enjoyment that nite - but Iw as flushed. And she came back - several times - and we chatted. Now, why a young girl would want to chat up a middle aged Hasidiclike loner - but, truly, some girls like aliens from another galaxy or exotic species - y'know, i was fab back then.
But i didna last. Im bad @ commitments, but I had one I was determined to follow - I had to wake up the next day for an early A.M. soccer game. I knew if I was to stay there chatting her up who knew what night happen that nite - but what kind of coaching would I be able to do the enxt day (I and to wake so early - 6.15am - and im not 22 anymore...). All signals seemed "Well steamed" : She kissed me- well, I guess she actually kissed my beard onn the side of my face several times. When I told her I just hadda get up the next day to coach she wrote her email down in my 'daybook'.
And she is where? Dunno. Followed up, of course, but nothing returned to me. After a bit, on telling BCD about it, he told me he'd pursue - so again, an email was sent out. Nothing. So, for now, I give. No big deal, I guess. But, nice, a exciting dansing piece of life allowed some of yr force upon me. Good enough ... or... well, you know, whatever... I did what I could.
OK, but that's not all. There is another one, and the contact continues. Fully, I'm not sure where this will lead, but for now it's more of a friendship deal thatn anything else ... I think... She's actually someone who I went out w., once, about a decade ago. I'd tried out for a play - a real one - on my cousins suggestion (a sorta 'get out of yr comfort zone type deal) around the year 2000. This girl was a volunteer facilitating the tryouts - wait, auditions - and was easy to talk to. Got a ride to Humbolt Park that nite form her - me sleep @ Yakovv & Sandras that nite - and i suggested a drink @ Rainbo. We got along. I must have been in up cycle that nite/day/hour, because what I remember -besides it being easy to talk - was her @ one point saying along the lines of "So, you are into (list of things which included 'joy' as on of them)". I'll amidt that that is a wonder thing for the opposite sex to say about self. A good hour @ Rainbo. Several drinx later, she dropped me off. Of course I didn't ask for her # - what, me? - but I knew I could get my cousin to drop a suggestion to her.
And MAC the cousin did. This girl called me eventually and we went out a few weeks later to some Irish thing, and then later for a drink to Chief O'neils. We hung out nicely that nite - just alittle bit -and we got along again. I mite be a bit, stupid, y'know, but it seemed kool. I worried a bit if I was, uncharacteristically way too forward. Maybe I was - she never got back to me. Saw her maybe once or twice again over a decade, but probably didn't even say hello. Fine and dandy.
Until, a bit a go, via ... guess where: Facebook. Nice. She gotta holda me. I was receptive, and since I'd kinda sloffed off FB for the while, she kinda had to ... prusue me abit just to keep in contact. My computer was out, and it was too much to try and go to library to blather about on FB. Now ... in truth, because of her presence, I started to watch up FB a bit more, and a bit more. Presently, I'm more or less active in in again - mainly because of both her but also the chance to spread political articles that I find important/nice to read that I run across. But mainly because therew as acess to her again.
So, FB messaging turned to emailing which turned to phone calls. Bit by bit, over a few weeks time. Easier and easier, until it seemed odd not to talk to her this or that nite. Got ...attached to saying hello to her. She lives away from Chicago - far, but not too far. However, phone's nice, nice to talk to a girl, nice to flirt w. a girl while talking to her, nice. Very nice. We get along fine, phonewise. This went on. Over many hours of conversation, the obvious flirting tone and the fact that we are not wee bairns lead me to ... well, suggest that - y'know - maybe I should come out for a visit. I have the Strasser, and its in servicable enough of a condition to make the battle trip, and we are not kids - what about it?? I mean, rite? Every other girl in which there has been off and on serious flirtation, in context of time, has lead to hanging out.
So, plans were made. Maps consulted, areas scouted, provisions moved to the front. Even artillery rounds were doled out to the various batteries for the preinvasion bombardment. All was ready - and then the plan abandoned. Dissapointed ach wee bittine, of couse, but it was ok. There were very valid reasons - not the least of which was the pressure and scardness of the pressure - a distance between us means that there is a distance betwwen us. What me, Wary? We continue to talk, maybe flirt. Is fun. As Galloo said, it's good to have contact. Will it lead anywhere? Zero clue. Zero. But now the emphesis is off of, y'know, the boygirl thing. Quite pointedly, when we discussed the "let's think about not doing the boy visiting girl thing", quite pointedly I made sure that I said maybe we could the visiting thing someother time, if "...I am not seeing someone or you are not seeing someone at that time".
Which means, in military terms, I retain my 'freedom of action'. Then again, what does that mean?
"And there also was the fact that most of the girls he tried to talk to seemed to relate to him as if he were either an alien form another galaxy or some rare exotic species (Homo hasidis), too holy for mundane thought or conversation"
Me, of course, in parts. Often times, it ain't just the birds that tend to me that way - many times when i go into bars by myself around here, i am some sorta alien from another galaxy the rare thing by whoever is there.
But this here is about birds. There have been no women @ all in my life since Gf - a longtime now - but there actually has been a girl or two. Meeting engagements, nothing settled, nothing done, but nice anyway. Nice to have ANY sorta glancing interest from people you are attracted to - but w/out the messiness of actually having to be accountable to them. So ..... the equivalent, yes i think, of being @ the bar by myself reading political pamphlet and having a drink, only speaking to the bartender.
So, there I was, in my comfortable clothes a few months ago (Fuck do i miss the shit out of that time - i really do - it's nice being a Beatle) @ Lanigans - a Friday nite when it's always chaotic - and yes there was the life of the bar dansing and singing and drinking - and there was me, writing scripts or reminders or notes or annotations or what - and she dansed over to me and said - of course - hey, are you Amish. I told her the reason for the season - Morrissey, 1985, Hasidism, Tony wilson, all that - and she stayed for a bit. She was a busy girl - the whole bar and the whole world was there for her enjoyment that nite - but Iw as flushed. And she came back - several times - and we chatted. Now, why a young girl would want to chat up a middle aged Hasidiclike loner - but, truly, some girls like aliens from another galaxy or exotic species - y'know, i was fab back then.
But i didna last. Im bad @ commitments, but I had one I was determined to follow - I had to wake up the next day for an early A.M. soccer game. I knew if I was to stay there chatting her up who knew what night happen that nite - but what kind of coaching would I be able to do the enxt day (I and to wake so early - 6.15am - and im not 22 anymore...). All signals seemed "Well steamed" : She kissed me- well, I guess she actually kissed my beard onn the side of my face several times. When I told her I just hadda get up the next day to coach she wrote her email down in my 'daybook'.
And she is where? Dunno. Followed up, of course, but nothing returned to me. After a bit, on telling BCD about it, he told me he'd pursue - so again, an email was sent out. Nothing. So, for now, I give. No big deal, I guess. But, nice, a exciting dansing piece of life allowed some of yr force upon me. Good enough ... or... well, you know, whatever... I did what I could.
OK, but that's not all. There is another one, and the contact continues. Fully, I'm not sure where this will lead, but for now it's more of a friendship deal thatn anything else ... I think... She's actually someone who I went out w., once, about a decade ago. I'd tried out for a play - a real one - on my cousins suggestion (a sorta 'get out of yr comfort zone type deal) around the year 2000. This girl was a volunteer facilitating the tryouts - wait, auditions - and was easy to talk to. Got a ride to Humbolt Park that nite form her - me sleep @ Yakovv & Sandras that nite - and i suggested a drink @ Rainbo. We got along. I must have been in up cycle that nite/day/hour, because what I remember -besides it being easy to talk - was her @ one point saying along the lines of "So, you are into (list of things which included 'joy' as on of them)". I'll amidt that that is a wonder thing for the opposite sex to say about self. A good hour @ Rainbo. Several drinx later, she dropped me off. Of course I didn't ask for her # - what, me? - but I knew I could get my cousin to drop a suggestion to her.
And MAC the cousin did. This girl called me eventually and we went out a few weeks later to some Irish thing, and then later for a drink to Chief O'neils. We hung out nicely that nite - just alittle bit -and we got along again. I mite be a bit, stupid, y'know, but it seemed kool. I worried a bit if I was, uncharacteristically way too forward. Maybe I was - she never got back to me. Saw her maybe once or twice again over a decade, but probably didn't even say hello. Fine and dandy.
Until, a bit a go, via ... guess where: Facebook. Nice. She gotta holda me. I was receptive, and since I'd kinda sloffed off FB for the while, she kinda had to ... prusue me abit just to keep in contact. My computer was out, and it was too much to try and go to library to blather about on FB. Now ... in truth, because of her presence, I started to watch up FB a bit more, and a bit more. Presently, I'm more or less active in in again - mainly because of both her but also the chance to spread political articles that I find important/nice to read that I run across. But mainly because therew as acess to her again.
So, FB messaging turned to emailing which turned to phone calls. Bit by bit, over a few weeks time. Easier and easier, until it seemed odd not to talk to her this or that nite. Got ...attached to saying hello to her. She lives away from Chicago - far, but not too far. However, phone's nice, nice to talk to a girl, nice to flirt w. a girl while talking to her, nice. Very nice. We get along fine, phonewise. This went on. Over many hours of conversation, the obvious flirting tone and the fact that we are not wee bairns lead me to ... well, suggest that - y'know - maybe I should come out for a visit. I have the Strasser, and its in servicable enough of a condition to make the battle trip, and we are not kids - what about it?? I mean, rite? Every other girl in which there has been off and on serious flirtation, in context of time, has lead to hanging out.
So, plans were made. Maps consulted, areas scouted, provisions moved to the front. Even artillery rounds were doled out to the various batteries for the preinvasion bombardment. All was ready - and then the plan abandoned. Dissapointed ach wee bittine, of couse, but it was ok. There were very valid reasons - not the least of which was the pressure and scardness of the pressure - a distance between us means that there is a distance betwwen us. What me, Wary? We continue to talk, maybe flirt. Is fun. As Galloo said, it's good to have contact. Will it lead anywhere? Zero clue. Zero. But now the emphesis is off of, y'know, the boygirl thing. Quite pointedly, when we discussed the "let's think about not doing the boy visiting girl thing", quite pointedly I made sure that I said maybe we could the visiting thing someother time, if "...I am not seeing someone or you are not seeing someone at that time".
Which means, in military terms, I retain my 'freedom of action'. Then again, what does that mean?
01 June, 2011
Newborns!!
All four robin eggs hatched innthe enst nestled under a drainpipe on my house. Feel guilty checjing because the parents immediatelt start to agitate and swak and fly about - hate to freak them out, but I wanted to check. Part of the deal is that last year one of the eggs didn't hatch and it went bad - so the nest was invaded by tonnes of tiny minibeasts who flushed the prefledgling birds intot he jaws of a killer cat.
I'm particularily attracted to Robins this year because I witnessed the death of two - two males fighting for territory flew into the front of a speeding car in front of me. Horrified, i parked - both dead, but still warm. So sad. Therew as a cematary rite across from where they died, so to give'm a little dignity, I brought them in and placed them on a grave. Workers would know what to do with them.
And who made his appearance on the poarch?? Same kat, named Bamboo (from le film "The Regular Lovers". I'm not sure if it is the same parnets, but boy the appearance of Bamboo lent rightous swaqing commence. Dispite his murdous tendencies, i love Bamboo - tiny little young black - and regularily feed it dog treats. It has the run of ther neighbourhood.
Bamboo also met Rex - they were chill. Rex regularily (i know, 3d time) barks/whines his giant head off @ the cat, so Bamboo was a wee bit nervous - but they were fine.
I'm particularily attracted to Robins this year because I witnessed the death of two - two males fighting for territory flew into the front of a speeding car in front of me. Horrified, i parked - both dead, but still warm. So sad. Therew as a cematary rite across from where they died, so to give'm a little dignity, I brought them in and placed them on a grave. Workers would know what to do with them.
And who made his appearance on the poarch?? Same kat, named Bamboo (from le film "The Regular Lovers". I'm not sure if it is the same parnets, but boy the appearance of Bamboo lent rightous swaqing commence. Dispite his murdous tendencies, i love Bamboo - tiny little young black - and regularily feed it dog treats. It has the run of ther neighbourhood.
Bamboo also met Rex - they were chill. Rex regularily (i know, 3d time) barks/whines his giant head off @ the cat, so Bamboo was a wee bit nervous - but they were fine.
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