The vision lies

hello everyone,

What that title means is that the vision that I had of myself is turning out to be a bit of a lie. The Vision? That of being forever capable of doing and doing and doing. Now I know that this body is approaching 60. YIKES! what a huge number. When did that all happen. Bloddy Hll! Over 1/2 century. Aargh!

Well, the mind thinks that we are only ehh 45 maybe younger.

And something that they don't tell you when you are younger or isn't realized is that all that fun, all those falls, all those trips down the stairs, flying off the back of the horse, car, truck, wagon, sled, falling out of the hay mow, tree, etc. All those bumps and bruises that I survived and thought YEHAH alive to go another day. Yeah all them. Now they come back to remind me. However, they don't seem to tell the same story. It's like they all wish to be told at the same time, cumulative you know. Like over thirty times flying off Ol Charlie my horse doesn't come up with the bruises, nor really the stiffness. More the weird sharp pain that shoots out of nowhere somewhere from hip to leg to foot. Or the creak in a foot that was NEVER ever there before.

I am not a walking ache. You know like a headache all over the body at once. I have had those too. That is not what is happening now. Now it is like that weird where did that come from sensation. Hey, everyone was really stoked about 7-7-7 right. That was the day my left knee started to go haywire. I wonder where the term haywire came into being that everyone sorta knows that it is like that cartoon of the clock coming apart with parts and pieces flying everywhere? Then again I remember the neighbor Leon Eaton's pile of saved hay baling wire all neatly stacked on shelves. Neatly that is until I tried to get just one piece out. Then it was like well haywire. All connected where it wasn't supposed to be and came out in one shelf full rather than one piece.

The knee feels like what ever was holding it together has gone away. It doesn't hurt so much as it just feels way too loose. And now I get all these weird clunks and chunk noises out of it. I am keeping it tightly wrapped and treating it as nicely as a forklift driver can. Unfortunately I am concerned that bike riding might be out of the question for a bit.

Had a friend drop by this evening pulling into the driveway before I even made it down the hall way after getting home. Told him about the knee and he has the man for me to see. You will all be posted.

Well, till the knee thing clears I will hang in carefully as a forky. then I think it will be time to move up north to the Pilbara and get a job in the mines.

peace to all

may you all be well and happy

gene