Jeez, has this been a shitty week. And jeez, am I a big baby. Yes. Any body part goes wrong and I’m devastated. I look at friends like Sherm in his wheelchair, can’t move a muscle or talk these days and he perseveres, and gets a twinkle in his eye when I give him shit. Or a bunch of my high school friends, who I saw recently at a 60th reunion. I should not complain.
I had surgery to repair a rotator cuff repair a week ago,and it was only arthroscopic, for christsake, you know, “…minimally invasive.” Well I’ll tell you, my body does not like any kind of invasion. My arm’s been strapped to my side,with the bladder for an ice machine inside the bandage, all week. Can’t tie own shoes. Can barely sleep, have never slept on my back. After 3 days of the pain pills (oxy), I felt so groggy and shitty, I quit them. I don’t understand people taking oxy “recreationally”). Makes me feel like I’m in a hazy, fuzzy tunnel. I’ll deal with some pain in exchange for some mental clarity.
Anyway, just started getting into gear last night. I had given Lucky Peach magazine several hundred of my photos to do a story in their next issue, which is on “the apocalypse.” The angle on me being homemade shelter, gardening, foraging, stuff you can do for yrslf in tough times. They let me comment on the 6-page layout (turned out great, they used about 50 of my photos), and I went through it with them yesterday (Sunday), and this got me back into the communication groove. Issue will be out mid-Feb.It’s a sunny Monday morning and I’m finally back to work on Tiny Homes on the Move. Just finished 8 pages on Swedish welder Hendrik Lindström’s 39′ steel sailboat, and Henrik and girlfriend Ginni’s trip from Baja California to Marquesas, French Polynesia, Tonga, Bora-Bora, eventually New Zealand, island-hopping, kayaking, scuba-diving, coconut-gathering, beachcombing. The book is creating itself day by day. New material coming in all the time. I’ll keep going until I have 224 pages done, and that’ll be a wrap. Lookin good!
I’m committed to at least a blog post a day. I have a wonderful network of like-minded humanoids sending me eclectic stuff these days.
Watched The Three Burials of Melquiades Estrada the other night. What a wonderful movie! Produced, directed, acted in by Tommy Lee Jones. Great story, artistic camera work, good acting, the beauty of Mexico, a powerful friendship, honor and integrity. It was like washing out the mediocrity of much of what I see on screens these days.
In a few hours I’m going to the doc’s to get stitches out. Yahoo! I know, I know, I’ve got a long ways to go. I’m really not going to be stupid here. I’ve got a 3-months, and a 6-months plan here, maybe even a 1-year plan, then rebuilding upper body. It is unacceptable to not be able to paddle.
Música de semana
Friday night I caught Chico (Calif.) reggae band Mystic Roots at the 4th Street Tavern in San Rafael, maybe my favorite all-around club these days. What a great little band! Chico! Skated through emptystreets of San Rafael at intermission. Nice longdownhills.
Just now: Ronnie Hawkins doing Mary Lou on ’50s station.