Contemplating my birthday, life, death, and my gimpy shoulder. SIGH.

Hey Steve, what's up?  Hope you're having a great week.  I just ordered that AOR Classic Rock magazine, by the way.  Should receive it sometime next week I think.  Looking forward to it.  Today on Facebook, someone posed a "hypothetical" question: "what would you do if Steve announced his new CD being released today?"  Many answered, "Facebook would crash." hehehehe  Probably true. I wrote, "Shiver from an almost orgasmic reaction, then order it."  And yes sir, THAT is the truth.  There are probably 2 dozen Steve Perry fan pages on Facebook, I kid you not.  These women (most of whom are older than me), are completely INSANE over you.  All I got is a silly blog that I know you don't even read.  I have no interest in a Facebook page.

In other news…..As you know, I'm a history buff.  I believe that history repeats itself, and that if we don't learn from it we are going to make the same mistakes. Today, in 1968, Martin Luther King Jr. delivered a speech and was later shot and killed.  I was born into this world on April 9, only 5 days after he was buried.  And now, I look around and wonder, how come 46 years of my silly life hasn't really seen much improvement in society and racism?  Do you ever have deep thoughts like that??  I don't know what to do with them, myself.  They just bop around in my noggin forever.  Sometimes just pondering stuff like that plagues me for entire weeks.  I mean, in all those years, we STILL haven't learned?!  That is just pathetic.  I don't have much hope for the next 46 years either.

Well, time to change subjects.  There's really no point in dwelling on it.

We attended our friend Jeff's Celebration of Life Memorial service last weekend in Maryland.  It was really cathartic to be in a huge room full of people who loved him.  We had at least 40 people from camp, including Frazier, all sitting together on one side of the room, and his family members and friends all on the other side.  There was a cash bar, food, kleenex on every table, candles, and things that Jeff made with his own two hands, like leather outfits for his wife to wear.  He loved to play Dungeons and Dragons, and he also recorded himself on tape telling funny stories about his childhood. They had a slide show of you photos, too, as he was telling the stories.

We all laughed, and cried, hugged each other, and his wife…..it was very nice.  I swear, Pete is Jeff's clone, or brother.  They both had such funny and SIMILAR silly childhood stories.  I wish we would have had more time to know Jeff better.  This camp and all camps from now on, the pony show is going to be called Jeff's favorite nickname for himself, "The Lucky Fucker Pony Show."

Then I talked with his wife, Maureen, about an idea I had to give Jeff "his last blow job," by lining up 21 women, all with glitter in their hands, reciting the "Do not stand at my grave and weep" poem while going around in a circle blowing the glitter in the air. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "that would be PERFECT! Jeff would have loved that!"  So, that's what we will do.  A 21-woman-last-blow-job salute. Creative, huh?!

Guess what?  My MRI on Friday has revealed that I do, indeed, have a rotator cuff tear---BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!  Not ONLY is it 50% through the suprastinatus muscle, I also have a SNAP tear in my cartilage.  My shoulder is a mess.  Oh yeah, and I also have bursitis.  WHAT A CROCK OF CRAP!!!

Now I have to go to physical therapy twice a week.  If that doesn't work, though, then my doctor will be sending me to an orthopedic surgeon.  I truly do NOT want surgery, especially not before camp. I want to swim in that pool, and I don't want to be all gimpy with a sling on my arm.  Dammit dammit dammit.  I guess using a snow blower is really NOT a good idea for me anymore.  But, somebody had to do it, and Pete was in the hospital.  DAMN SNOW!!!

So I have been faithfully doing my exercises, and icing it a lot.  Then yesterday, I figured, "hey, if I sweep some leaves in the driveway, it'll be like getting my exercises for my shoulder too."  But ya know what?  I was wrong.  I wanted to amputate the damned thing today, it hurt so much.  I couldn't even finish physical therapy because it was too painful. Dammit dammit dammit.  No sweeping allowed for me either.

BUT I HAVE STUFF TO DO!! I don't have TIME for these shenanigans.  I have to glue plastic gold coins to ribbon to make "curtains of gold," and I have to create 10 more centerpieces, and I have hats to make--all for camp.  It's just annoying.  I also have wicker furniture that I want to spray paint a different color (I like changing it every summer), and putting my porch area together (lugging sisal rugs from the barn to the porch, dragging out more wicker furniture, getting all the cushions washed and on the chairs, stuff to hang on the walls, I might even paint the brick wall as an accent).  Sheesh.

All I can do, however, is lay down and take a nap.  The pain in my shoulder really saps the life outta me.  Tires me right out.  I can't accomplish much of anything.  It is very frustrating, to say the least.  Then of course, (being ambidextrous), I have been using my LEFT arm more, and now THAT is starting to get sore too.  DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT.  I just can't win.

So anyway, that's what I've been dealing with lately.  Fun fun.  I want to get out and plant flowers, and all that girly gardening crap too, but nooooooo.  So, I have a landscaper coming on Monday to give an estimate.

Van Morrison….Crazy Love.  I like that song.  It's playing on the 70's channel on the music channels on tv right now.  Mostly I have that playing daily, rather than actually WATCHING anything on tv. There are no commercials.  I listen to the Sound Scapes channel a lot too, when I want to take a nap.

Well, I'm off to the gimpy land of deep thinking.  Maybe I should take up alcoholism.

Bye for now, you sexy beast.  Love you lots.  Have a great weekend.

Love, Rebecca