In addition to spraining her ankle yrmama also watched the second debate, which was more thrilling than the first. I predicted Kamala would break from the pack, and she did. I also saw her standing there – and long before she shushed the bickering children and eviscerated Joe – thought she looked like she was in charge of the event. Joe, Bernie and Bill all relied on the tried-tired-and-true method of being white men who yell and looked stupid for it.
- Tomorrow Marianne will be speaking at a church service in Cedar Rapids and then holding a town hall there at noon. Should be an interesting scene.
- Bernie will be in town Tuesday to open his Iowa City office and to have an ice cream social at College Green Park. Ice cream! Yelling!
- July 14 is the Progress Iowa Corn Feed at NewBo Market. So far 10 of the candidates plan to be there.
On Tuesday yrmama strode across the deck in her especially stable New Balance shoes after walking a couple of miles at the dog park, completing her foot and ankle strengthening exercises and her balance improving exercises to pick some luscious organic arugula for her lunch. She wobbled a bit and her ankle tipped over in such a way that all of her considerable weight was on the top of her foot instead of the bottom. Something cracked, she screamed a little from the intense pain, then lowered herself into the grass to cry and say bad words for a while. No dogs to blame this time, no ice, marbles or banana peels, just gravity. Doctors and PTs always try to blame those things for yrmama’s falls and say, “yrmama, that happens to everyone.” To which yrmama replies, “I don’t know anyone at the advanced age of 55 who wipes out, falls down, goes arse over tits as frequently as I do. I’m not imagining this.” It’s not like there’s anything they can do about it, it just sucks. A few years ago a doctor who was checking yrmama for fractures was concerned by the immense, ghastly bruises across my chest and upper arm and wondered if JM had pushed me down the steps or something. He’s no danger to me, quite the opposite, but she was right to check. Another time I cut my shin whilst falling up the stairs at the public library. When I reached the top a kind young reference librarian, alarmed by the blood trickling down my leg, asked if I was okay and if I would like a band aid. I proudly declined.
Do nothing to compromise your dignity. Admitting to a reference librarian that one’s leg is bleeding is just weak.
Fun and Useful Facts: Hypermobility makes one’s joints loose which leaves the whole chain of command wobbly. It also impairs one’s sense of where one’s body is in space aka clumsiness. As a child yrmama was so clumsy as to be sent to a remedial Saturday morning PE class that the school district provided for the clumsy kids. It was a long time ago so Ehlers Danlos hadn’t been invented yet. But that’s just as well because considering the anciency of times and my parents I would have been discouraged from exercising which would have been very counterproductive.