Good Morning All — you faithful few. I haven’t posted in months, and finally here I am. I just spent 30 minutes trying up load 2 pictures to my desktop so I can include them here.
But– I can’t get them here to post. I could post them to Facebook, but that’s not what I want. POOEY!
I’ve kept this site even though it’s over a year since I’ve done anything. Hard to believe.

I hate that I waste so much time screwing around with no results. Oh well, enough ranting.
I’ve been sick with sciatic nerve pain, making it painful to sit in a chair to write. Then I fell and broke my femur last summer – holy Batman. What a mess. I won’t bore you with the sad tail, and the good news is that I’m all healed and walking just fine. Thank Goddess for surgeons and physical therapists. Take my advice, my friends. Don’t break your femur!

So, I’m going to figure out how to post pictures easily and create the blog I wanted later. In the meantime, thank you for not giving up on reading my postings. More coming.

A Rose by any other name

I’m one of those old folks who start the day by reading the local paper. And we’re lucky here in New Orleans that we still have a daily paper – The Advocate. The other long time local paper, the Times Picayune, has gone like so many others to 3 printings a week, which doesn’t work for me.

So this beautiful, clear, and chilly January morning, I’m skipping through the dozens of society page pictures of smiling young women in white dresses holding flowers. This is not only Carnival season where the krewes post pictures of their Queen and her court of princesses and pages (there are a few guys in tuxedos, too), but also it’s debutant season. Don’t ya just love it?

The debs are featured with biographies, including their lineage, colleges attending, and both formal shots and casual ones, often taken under the oak trees in City Park or with their horses. The best part is one of these young women–ages 18-21–is likely chosen Queen of Carnival. The King of Carnival, however, is a white-haired old fart–a businessman, banker, lawyer, or philanthropist-type, but not politicians. Perfect, right? These guys are old enough to be these women’s grandfathers.

All the photographers happy, as well as the dressmakers, hair stylists, makeup specialists, and florists. But what struck me this morning was the variety of first names for the young women and girls–kids as young as 6 or 7 are involved.

We have the usual collection of Marys, Susans, Emilys, and Graces. Yet, I found Carter, Stirling, Everett, Peyton, Marley, and the most amazing name for a beautiful, blonde, young lady–Kingsland!

What the hell were her parents thinking?

Getting Older – Beats the Alternative

Getting Older–Beats the Alternative

That’s what everyone says when I complain about stuff that stops working or deteriorates as I get older. I know it’s a privilege and I certainly am not wasting my time on reality TV or cleaning house. Apologies to those who love Honey Boo-Boo.

But…early signs are your eyesight begins to fail at reading, then your hair starts to turn gray (and/or falling out for you guys). Next your joints stiffen – especially if you took up jogging–that messed up both of my knees. Also throw in there your teeth–you need crowns or implants or maybe even dentures. Egads! Is there no end to it?

My latest struggle is with my knees. I have arthritis from the aforementioned running along with just getting older. Does anyone know the source of arthritis? We can invent drugs for hair loss and erectile dysfunction (Notice these are for men’s problems), but we can’t figure out the cause of arthritis??

When I first saw a physician’s assistant for knee pain, he told me that after over sixty years of use of my joints, what did I expect? A lot more than he had to offer. I went through shark something injections, cortisone injections, endless exercises, until finally I gave in and had a total knee replacement. Not much fun, and three months of rehab was necessary before it quit hurting. However, now six years later, it hurts. And now arthritis has settled in for my other knee.

The orthopedic surgeon is salivating over replacing my other knee…Geeze, I don’t want to have to do that, at least not yet.

My biggest problem, beside the aches and pain, is standing up. When I’ve been sitting for awhile, like at the computer or the sewing machine, and I go to stand up, it’s very hard. So I started thinking about using a walking cane. But…you really look like an old lady when you use a cane, and apologies those who need them. It’s handy for smacking or jabbing people, but that’s not nice, is it? I guess I’m just resisting the future. Better than a wheel chair, and a wheel chair is better than….?

Here is a picture of the selection at my local Walgreen’s. Uck! Isn’t the pink one the ugliest thing you ever saw? So I passed. Maybe I’ll succumb another time, but I’ll have to have better looking choices before I give in.

This is the selection at my local drug store

This is the selection at my local drug store

Any comments, suggestions, solutions?

Keywords: arthritis, knee pain, stiff joints, walking cane, humor