I have been experiencing the tribulations of a first world twenty first century mini Job lately. First a flood, then a series of technology gnats and bouts of breathlessness and now my right knee has betrayed me and I don't know why. About two weeks ago, I fell in the parking lot after skiing at Silver Star, but all I was aware of doing at the time was smashing one pole under and one over my left arm, as I fell on my side. I got a huge bruise on my left upper arm and I still have pain on my left side. Maybe I was so happy that I hadn't dislocated my shoulder that I was unaware of my knee until about a week later,but that's hard to believe. At any rate, the latter has hurt like mad for the last few days, not when I don't move it, but as soon as I walk I get a breathtaking pain if I put any weight on it, unless it's ramrod straight, in which case I can stand on it but not move at all. I've been trying to keep going on the flats in the faint hope that it will leave as mysteriously as it arrived, but no luck so far. Damn. Last week after going to Kelowna for a heart test that must have cost the health care plan a bundle and which showed that I actually can ride a bike quite well for a woman of my age, breathlessness goes with the territory, I swore I would not burden the taxpayers any more for a long time. Now another part is malfunctioning. I'm no grinder. I just like being outside and want to be able to walk. I'll give it a few more days. If it doesn't get better, I'll make an appointment with a physiotherapist; that's not covered by BC Health and I don't have health insurance beyond that so by paying for it myself I won't feel like one of the much despised boomers who are blamed by some millennials for putting a strain on the system that they will ultimately have to bear. Is that a general accusation or is it only the politically correct CBC that worries that bone?
I think I might have seen my last opera yesterday. I went to the Cineplex to watch Mozart's "Idomeneo" live from the Met. The music, the sets, everything was wonderful, and I was interested in the story of Cassandra's sister's fate after the Trojan War, but... I just can't appreciate the rendering of a story through song, the exaggeration, the repetition and in this opera, the fact that the romantic lead was played by an unattractive woman in what was called a 'trouser role, travesti or hosenrolle." I thought I'd be used to it from Shakespeare, but in this case it was no costume; it was the central love story. Maybe the mild ache in my knee made me irritable, but I don't think so. Give me dance, music, theatre but don't mix them up. I am the arts equivalent of a meat and potatoes person. I highly recommend 'Duo Rendevous', Jasper Wood, violinist and Daniel Bolshoy, guitar. I saw them last Sunday at the Performing Arts. They are wonderful musicians and funny and unique in their interpretations.
The crocuses have finally arrived in the front yard
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