rain and pain

I don't miss the heat, but I will miss the light. People were out driving with their lights on at midday. I felt like I had my sunglasses on. We've been out to see movies, in to see movies, (Burn After Reading; the Fall) both mediocre but worth a watch. Something to pass the time as the dog days of summer cool and liquify.

For those of you who have been reading along and are not among the very few to stumble by unannointed, my shoulder is hurting again, same shoulder, same thing. The surgeon said if it made bone spurs once, it could again. And so my body is manufacturing misery in ways I cannot interpersonally. This time of year as most do, like bears do, I draw in and don't want to go out. The projects that pressed so on my everyday every minute, now seem irrelevant and I could easily live with spotted turquoise linoleum were it not for Sid's feet.

I know that didn't make sense. Even I can string words together better than that. The thing is that the turquoise floor is in my bedroom, and when I am napping, Sid is tapping. Tap tap tapping while I'm napping Sid is tapping, ever tapping, tapping on my bedroom floor. Quoth the Raven, nevermore.

I wake up, having never slept, murderous, shoulder hurting. I need a throw rug, something to still the savage beast. The surgeons says don't sleep on that arm. Oh. Okay. Great Idea. I have little control over what I do when I'm awake, let alone asleep. I turn onto my left side like a muslim toward mecca. I just do. I guess I could line my bed with broken glass or something. I don't want to have surgery again. I really don't. I'll try accupuncture this time.

So the rain comes down, the tv is on, and I'm making tomato pie. I'm not sure about this project. I also want to make a peach cobbler. Fall brings it out in me.