Filling in the blanks.

I can play guitar now. That's new. If you give me a song I can sing, and the corresponding chords, I can strum along, slightly off beat. And with the same up/down/up/down tempo that matches hardly anything. Except Neil Diamond songs.

I am having ankle surgery in September. It appears my tibia was sorta crushed in a bad sprain a couple years ago. It validates my hunch that the pain was more than tendinitis. The doctor will drill a hole in my bone until he reaches healthy tissue, so that fresh blood can travel down the hole to regenerate dying bone. He calls it gopher surgery, which I find comforting.

I'm writing a book about a girl with a crappy, dysfunctional family, who reconnects with her mom, who has come back into her life after finding Buddha. It's fun to write, but I may to step out of first person. She's too annoying, this girl. I like the idea of multiple points of view, but I also think that's a cop-out.

My favorite song to play thus far is Slip Sliding Away. It's easy. And sad.

The other day, in a soccer game, a woman charged at me as I was clearing a ball out of the back. When my ball flew by her (not necessarily that close, but it was a hard-struck ball). She yelled, "JESUS CHRIST" at me and cheap-shotted me later in the game. I saw her on a TV ad last night. She's a hospice chaplain for a charitable end-of-life care facility.

Everyone in our house has had Rotovirus (or something similar) in the last month. It causes early morning diarrhea. Madeleine has twice walked upstairs to complain of stomach aches at extremely inopportune moments. We don't have a door.

I don't watch tv, except for the local news, but when Carrier comes on, I just can't stop watching. Is this how reality shows are for everyone else? You just can't stop watching?

I'm trying to get a job at the YMCA. Where I'll get paid to people-watch. Have you seen the YMCA? It's like the DMV/post office/mall. With occasional hotness.

I also like Lucille. Again, easy and sad.