I am loving this weather we are having. It has been unseasonably cool over the last couple of weeks. I know people who aren't as happy with it as I am. They miss the heat that August usually brings us but not me. I hate heat. This weather suits me fine.
Just off the heels of hurting my back last week, I injured my knee on Saturday night.
Joe and I were getting ready to go to a party. We were running late because I was finishing up the gift I was making (procrastinate much?). Anyway, we were getting ready to head out the door when I got up off the couch and slammed my knee into the corner of the coffee table. I can't tell you how much that hurt. Well I can. And I will. It hurt bad. I actually saw stars. I was crying and sitting on the floor and almost hyperventilating it hurt so bad. I put some ice on it immediately but it swelled up pretty good. Thankfully I was wearing a skirt so you couldn't see it.
Of course we were late to the party and missed the surprise part of it. Oh well. It was still a fun party.
It has been very swollen and stiff ever since and I can hardly bend it. Walking isn't that big of a problem but the stairs to our apartment are a pain. Literally. Hopefully it will be on the mend soon.
I am a danger to myself.
I mean really? How is it possible for one person to hurt themselves so often? Joe calls it Klutzy. I prefer the term injury prone. :)
I have been wanting to get into a more regular exercise schedule and these injuries are making it very difficult.
Maybe I should just wrap myself in bubble wrap. Or as one of my FB friends suggested, a blow up Sumo wrestlers suit.
Here's a kind of sweet story that happened last night.
I came out of the bedroom last night and Joe was talking on the phone.
This is strange for two reasons:
1. Joe never answers the phone. He doesn't even answer it when I call. I usually have to call twice before he manages to locate his phone, see that it's me and answer it.
2. It was 10:00 at night. No one calls us that late, unless it's an emergency.
So I was alarmed when I saw him talking on the phone. He was only on for a minute or so and then he hung up.
I asked him who he had been talking to and he said "Paula's Mom".
I asked him who the heck was that? We don't know anyone named Paula and even if we did he certainly has no reason to be talking to her Mom at 10:00 at night.
He explained that it is an elderly lady that calls his cell phone a few times a week looking for her daughter Paula. Each time he tells her it's the wrong number but she keeps calling anyway.
Sometimes he talks to her for a few minutes before telling her again that she has the wrong number.
He said this has been going on for 4 months now. She often leaves messages for Paula on his voicemail as well.
Once she called and asked where Paula was and he told her "Paula doesn't live here".
She got all upset and asked "Why? Did you kick her out? Why would you do that to my Paula?"
He explained again that she had the wrong number and Paula had never lived there. She apologized for taking his time and hung up.
She obviously suffers from some sort of dementia and her daughter's number must be a number or two off from Joe's cell phone number. Sometimes she tells him about a phone conversation she had with Paula earlier in the day so it seems as if she does get a hold of her daughter at the right number occasionally. At least I hope that's the case.
Joe said that lately if he sees that it is her calling he will make an effort to pick up the phone and talk to her for a few minutes because he feels she is lonely.
I think that's so sweet of him. He could become annoyed at the frequent calls and be rude to her, or even go so far as to block her number from his phone.
But he doesn't do either of those things. Instead he answers it and talks to an old woman that he doesn't even know and acts like it the most natural thing in the world when I ask who is calling so late on a weeknight and say "Oh, it's just Paula's Mom".
He has such a good heart.
I am headed to the fair later to eat some fried food. It's the last week so DeAnn and I are going to go hang for a couple of hours. Should be fun.