Pain and Christmas shopping

There’s virtually no difference in my mind, unless I manage to get said shopping done before Thanksgiving, which was once a hallmark of my self-esteem but which, in recent years, has been more honored in the breach. (The levels of suck that apply to that sentence are beyond counting.) In any event, can someone tell me what the f I did to my knee? I’m thinking it was the raking, because biking never hurts my knee, and I’m barely functional this week. In fact, despite the fact that it was a gorgeously sunny day (though cold enough that yesterday’s snow is still here– around 30 degrees), I had to dismiss the idea of a bike ride for fear of crippling myself further. So instead I took Hannah out for an early-morning run to the mall, the only kind of mall-run I can tolerate. We were in, filled with consumer satisfaction, and out before most people had started circling for parking spaces. Excellent. She got a skirt she’d been wanting (oh, my god, floor-length denim on this adorable little 11-year-old, too cute), I got a new skiing fleece (not quite what I wanted, but also excellent), we bagged a couple of major Christmas presents to add to the already growing pile, and even snuck in some ice cream, all before second cuppa coffee time. Not bad. And my knee didn’t seem to mind.

Tonight: the new Warren Miller movie, “Impact”! If you don’t know what this means, it’s a skiing thing. Warren Miller is the granddaddy of sports movies, and this is his 55th skiing film. Unbelievable. We have a couple of them on DVD, but there’s nothing like the pre-season anticipation, the excitement of the crowd, and the big-ass movie screen at The Palace. (Jeez, how did we miss Olivia Newton-John last night? Damn you, spam filter!) (Yes, I AM joking, thank you very much.)