Was still using temporary Handicapped status on my car. This was due to total knee replacement surgery, which in turn was due to an accident in India—being hit head-on collision with a truck on Thanksgiving Day, 2014. By the end of that year, I was speaking in churches, first in the city where the original operation took place, and then at the city of a friend. I was asked to speak three times (two Sundays and on Dec 31) and to hand out prizes at a Dec 24 event. The first Sunday, I sprained muscles in the right leg and ended up in a lot of pain and had to walk VERY carefully to avoid uneven surfaces, etc, but the next two times it was better. The Dec 24 program was done very well--the children practiced diligently and the result was excellent. Then we had Christmas dinner with my host and with the pastor and his assistant. Very good time. Then, because I moved to another city where I had trouble with online access, I couldn’t get online for a week. Meanwhile, healing continued—my walking speed was slow and I shuffled to avoid spraining the right leg again. The broken right arm slowly increasing in mobility. The left arm's mobility (torn ligaments) was not quite 100%, but moving in that direction. Strength in both arms is enough for light things, but moderate weight only on the left, and heavy weight not at all. Still, I could pray, study, teach, write, counsel, but knew I must now slow down my travel lifestyle, eliminate the rougher destinations, stay longer at places. I'll need help in handling luggage when I travel and I'll need to travel lighter (I'm making SOME progress in that).
This was 2 years ago, and about six weeks after the traffic accident.
The right leg healing then is the same right leg (I have only one right leg) that locked up in late March of 2016 and led to total knee replacement surgery in August. Everything said about needing to slow down lifestyle, carry less heavy luggage, travel to fewer and not as rough destinations, is still true.
And, in Kentucky, I found my car bleeding in the snow. I didn't know the problem, was concerned it was transmission, but stellar mechanic Vincent Kemp checked it and determined that the only problem was the power-steering hose had come loose (we knew that and had temporarily re-secured it, but wondered if there were other related (pump?) or unrelated (antifreeze leak? transmission oil leak?) problems. He replaced and secured the new hose and all has since been well. He also advised me on other car matters. Good man.
I had an outstanding evening Friday and morning Saturday with the brilliant Levi Wright Jr. and his dear gracious wife who have both been wonderful friends. I learn a lot when I talk with him about the Word of God. And he was a microbiology (if I have that right) professor for years at University of Indiana in Bloomington, and he has a US Navy background, so the military, biology and theology aspects give me at LEAST three things to learn very much from him. Beside that, his cooking and car inspection skills are also better than mine. His dear wife got into the discussions this time more than she had on my previous visits—she is very engaging as well. I felt inserted into an episode of 'Steve Allen's "The Meeting of the Minds"'.
I have a camouflage jacket, but I left it outside and now can't find it. That's not the worst appearance problem, however: one lady's had her face lifted so often, when raises her eyebrows, her socks go up. And think about cowboys who walked out of the zoo, their clothes in shreds. One said to the other, 'That lion dancing ain't as restful as people say.'
I closed in Kentucky with a good service with Pastor Browning in Louisville. I hope I also get services with a Pastor Remington and a Pastor Winchester.
And his AV man's last name is Shuck. I told him that my mother's father was a VERY mild-mannered, quiet man, who almost never expressed emotion, but when he was REALLY annoyed and worked into a lather (for him), he'd allow himself to say, 'Ah, shucks.' This brings us to James Whitcomb Riley's poem, 'When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder's in the shock.' And we all know about shucking corn.
A friend reminded me of other unusual names of friends—the Chambers, Stairs and Boxes. Those Boxes were full of the Holy Spirit—if they'd not been, they'd have been the subject of Sheila Walsh's song, 'Empty Boxes'. The Chambers would go into their prayer chambers. The Stairs could sin, 'I'm gonna walk them golden stairs when I di-i-i-i-ie.' Hither and Yonts to all Nations, we had a sea Urshan, a Scism in the body, many attending church so they'd never Roam.
At the Louisville church, I saw a lady with vivid red-and-black outfit including sparking black HIGH heels, so I asked, 'How does a person learn to walk in them? Seems you'd pitch forward and fall flat on your face.' A nearby lady said the small girls are already wearing heels when they're two years old, so they grow up wearing a mixture of heels and flats, so they don't have to adjust to high heels later--they've adjusted all along. Another lady concurs, says, high heels are much easier to learn when one is very young and practices with a variety of height on the heels, sometimes using flats. Otherwise the muscle and tendon get used to the heels and won't stretch properly when required—like running from a would-be thief. But, she says, those seven-inch heels take a great deal of getting-used-to: ‘The muscle strength required is basically that of a ballerina. Seriously.’
Seven-inch heels are back? I know a girl in Mississippi, 6’ with very long hair. If she wears 7" heels, she's 6'7". If she wraps her hair around balloons, she can be 7'7"
Another lady says the young ladies wear high heels ‘so that in their old age, they can hobble around with deformed feet! Not me!’ I don’t blame her—I read somewhere that high heels can cause back pain later in life, so I’ve encouraged people to be happy with their height and wear flatter shoes and avoid that mid-life or senior years pain.