Friday, July 20, 2018

Old Age Ugly


No surgery!  No surgery!  Still in a state of euphoria after the orthopaedic doctor recommended other treatments for my very bum knee, I agreed to be fitted for this contraption.  I pick it up next week.
First, Dr. Feelgood gave me a steroid shot.  Walking better already.

I joked with my sports loving friends that my trade value was nil, and now a PED conviction.

The breast cancer industry got it right ... right away. . . with the flood of pink for ladies and the men who love them.  When I asked the knee fitter guy what colors the brace came in, he said black, black and black.

C'mon entrepreneurs.  And, not just for us oldsters.  There was a waiting room full of young, athletic types limping around on their ugly canes and crutches. 

At least my brace will be under the new very wide leg pants I plan to purchase.  Please tell me somewhere, they are still in style.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

The Cave Boys of Thailand



As one who sat mesmerized watching the Chilean miners ascend from their captivity, I am fervently hoping I'll get to do the same with the soccer team and their coach trapped in the underwater cave.  But oh, the task ahead.

Here's the plan:  divers, who are the most trained and experienced in the world, are going to gather.  They will train the boys to use the equipment to swim under water.  Then, two divers (one on each side) will guide each boy through the narrow and debris infested waters to the surface.

The alternative is to wait underground for months for the water to subside.  I heard this may not even be possible as more flooding may occur at any time.

One of our favorite thought experiments is: "What would we do if visited by another species from outer space? Would we realize that we are all 'earthlings' and greet them as one?"

I love these moments of promise when we seem to be able to come together.  Last time for the miners, this time for the boys.  Maybe the soccer players at the World Cup will send some encouragement.