We all know how that line finishes, which is why the VA is only obliquely mentioned in this post. Also, this is a family friendly blog and my mom doesn’t know I know that kind of language. . .
Of the Steri-Strips that were placed over the incision on my knee after the stitches were taken out on the 10th, only about four remain. The incision looks very frankensteinish*, but it will settle down. This is the third time that poor knee has been operated on. (Each time they do surgery, they excise the old scar.) Perhaps, third time is charmed.
Quote of the day: “The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes.” – Lloyd Alexander
I’ve got another linguistic clanger to add to the collection. It’s a new one I’ve just noticed. First it was “in the meanwhile” which is a mishmash that hits my linguistic ear like a speed bump at 40 mph — It’s either “in the meantime,” or “meanwhile.” Then, all of a sudden, and for no apparent reason, extinction went from being a state of being to a destination. Species used to become extinct. Now they go there. Whatever. The new one is “step foot” as in “He was a teetotaler and had never stepped foot in a bar in his life.” I can see the logic of feet stepping, but as anyone who has ever read anything that was written before the school system went to hell in a hand basket, it’s “set foot,” as in “A virgin forest is where the hand of man has never set foot.” (Be alert.) It’s so annoying to be reading along and have someone bungle the verbiage. They use a word that doesn’t mean what they think it means. They mangle the grammar. It’s bad enough that the author has done it, but what makes it worse is that at least one editor whose supposed to know better has let them get away with it.
My recovery from knee surgery was going great guns until guess who dropped the ball. I’ve been hanging fire for two weeks now for an authorization from a certain organization to go to physical therapy, and all the momentum I had going on my recovery has now stalled out. All I can do is keep doing the little exercises the home health people gave me, but I’m neither gaining strength and endurance nor getting rid of the swelling like I would have been if I could have progressed to the recumbent bike and other physical therapy equipment in a timely manner. (*expletives, scatology and pejoratives deleted.* )
I did wander around the grocery store Friday morning . As I mentioned, I have not regained much in the way of endurance. That little 45 minute foray wore me out. I was so exhausted after I got home that after I put my groceries away, I didn’t even bother with lunch. I just went into the bedroom and took a nap. Til about 6 pm. Which means my days and nights are mixed up again. Bother. I should walk outside up and down the sidewalk but I hesitate to do it by myself. I have this dread of falling and lying there hurt. It’s called “having a reasonable fear to an unreasonable degree.” Besides, I’d have to go out early in the morning to avoid the heat (and humidity!) and the mosquitoes would eat me alive. (Insert video here of piranhas stripping some hapless animal to bones in 2.5 seconds.)
Speaking of videos, I was watching a video on YouTube about debutantes in England in 1939, and this was the theme song. The song dates from back in the late Oleaginous** period when people knew how to write lyrics and compose pleasant melodies. (The 9th Duke of Wellington in his youth looked a lot like the late Robert Addie in his.) Show them how it’s done, Bing.
* While we're on the subject of grammar, when a proper noun is used as a noun, it's capitalized (because it's a proper noun!), but it's not capitalized when it's used as an adjective, so Frankenstein (because it's somebody's surname) and Frankenstein's monster, but frankensteinish. (Do kids even know what an adjective is any more?) ** The late Oleaginous -- Just after sliced bread was invented (in 1928).