Last Saturday I got a massage from a deaf and blind woman. To communicate with her, if you want her to massage deeper, you grab her hand and gently twist her wrist, and if you want her to go softer, you stroke the back of her hand. She was very good (I hear massage therapy is an intuitive art), and the whole time, I was thinking about how she experiences the world, since without your senses of hearing and sight, your universe is created almost entirely internally. And for someone born without these senses, this is the only universe from which to understand reality. I bet it’s rich, with shapes, dimensions and forms we could never imagine that would blow open entire potentials for science and perception of reality.
So something’s wrong with my knee again and I don’t know what. I didn’t suffer an acute injury, but in the last few weeks, I’ve been having these little explosions under the knee cap where it feels like a rubber band just snapped. I realized while bowling last week, that my left knee can’t support a full weight shift. Sometimes it just clicks really loudly and I’m limping around. I went to an orthopedic doctor and his nurse was asking me for my medical history. I realized I couldn’t remember how many times I’ve torn it up. 5 surgeries, 2 ACL tears, 4 meniscus tears and 1 removal. I’m pretty sure that’s what the medical records will say when they get here from my doctor up north. I know every time I hurt my knee, it’s awful, and I’m fully aware of how painful and grueling knee surgery and the subsequent recover is. But I just can’t stay off the court. I would do anything for a bionic knee.
This morning this guy in a Porsche rolled down his and nonchalantly threw out a handful of wrappers or some other form of crumpled paper matter. We were stuck in traffic and he did it like it was no big deal, or no one would notice. Knowing I had a few more minutes at the light, a part of me wanted to get out of the car, pick up his shit and throw it back into his car. But I’m kind of a coward. He did try to cut into my lane when the light turned green but I didn’t let him. The girl in the Honda behind me wouldn’t either, which makes me suspect that she saw his little litterbug act. People really don’t think enough outside of themselves sometimes.
Is it bad that I think this picture looks like Shawn Marion?
I love Shawn Marion. Go Suns.
If you like basketball and want to see players’ family pictures, check this out. It’s pretty…what’s the word…horrifying.