A monkey in the gears

Talk about a mish-mosh post. Just a few things clinging to my brain more than others at this moment, so as usual, you will be subjected to it. Lucky you. ;)

First, might I take this moment to say that I hate text messaging? No, I mean I think it is rude. Who are you to assume that I would like to pay extra to read your truncated version of three words that I'll most likely not understand anyway? See, at that point I end up calling you and what do you know - I can understand you and it's included in my plan! So, you could call me, but you instead make the incorrect assumption that I'd like to decipher your version of shorthand. I would not like to. I doubt I will ever like to. Do not text message me. I hate it and I will hate you. Moving right along...

Here's proof of the miracles that can be performed these days with arthroscopic surgery. See those two little teeny (redundant, I know) incisions? That's it. No huge map-like wounds to heal. There's still swelling and some bruising, but I think minimally invasive surgical procedures are fantastic. Three more weeks on crutches. That may be the part that rakes up my last bits of sanity and drop kicks it with one rigid, aluminum, rubber-stopped leg.

There are wheels turning in my head. Ok, I'll admit, perhaps not so much 'turning' as doggedly grinding away ages of rust and fighting against the remains of a lifetime of over used tar-like grease that has gummed up the works. Sometimes (which I think may be my new favorite word) I think I can hear it all going on up there. This fight between the old and new. The stagnant grip of complacency battling the determined emergence of a far away hope.

Before I go further I need to think. About that last part I wrote, I need to add to it. In another post because I think it's a life theme. But there is something going on in my head about that. For now, here's a picture of my new favorite tree. Yes, I have favorite trees. I only know them when I see them, I can't hunt for them. But this one I found by taking a wrong turn. Perhaps that's a concept we can all identify with at some point.

Absolutely gorgeous! I haven't identified the tree but it is huge; the small items underneath near the trunk are actually large wooden adirondack chairs. I may go back and see this spectacular tree with leaves but I like it just as it is here. Maybe it doesn't even have leaves anymore. It's perched right at the edge of the lake. I really wish each of you could see it; of course the property owners might not be too thrilled...