The Known Universe

Suffering a bit of blogger’s block, I’m afraid, otherwise I’d tell you about laying down on a flatbed scanner to get an old-lady bone density test to see if last years bone breaking bonanza had anything to do with osteoporosis. (One of a million potential side effects from diabetes.) I haven’t gotten the results yet, but if it turns out that my bones are brittle, I may have to reconsider getting back on the horse. We’ll see. In the meantime, physical therapy has been kicking my ass with one pound weights.

Speaking of diabetes, this Valentine’s Day will be my 30 year anniversary with the disease. Not quite sure how to celebrate. Perhaps with a giant piece of cake.

I also wanted to write about not one, but two accordion players on the subway platforms. The first, a young woman at the Bedford Avenue stop in Brooklyn was playing the song Deborah sang in the demo I posted last week. It was a funny coincidence, but not as much of a coincidence as seeing a second accordion player when I got off the train at Untion Square in Manhattan. The players were both equally talented as far as I could tell, but the skinny guy in Union Square had the woman beat by a mile in terms of showmanship. He was wearing a knight’s helmet made of cardboard and painted silver, with just a small slit for his eyes. He sat in a chair, rocking-out with angular movements, kicking his legs as if he was being mildly shocked now and then while playing the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark. Truly awesome.

Hm. Maybe I’m beginning coming through my blogger’s block after all. I guess it’s true:

Ain’t nothin’ to it but to do it.