| 06/29/09 08:04 PM |
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Diane Harris (Moore)
Janie, sounds like you had a blast in Charleston for your birthday, and I'm so glad. It's a beautiful, romantic, magical city.
Loved reading the updates from the last time I checked in. I always enjoy reading about your memories. It was kinda funny though, comparing my feminine memories of Davison's and Foster's to those you fellas had of the Athen's Speedway, etc. Never has the gender difference been more obvious. Dick never took me to the racetrack, and now I feel like I missed out. I only remember going to one of those Athen's drive-ins a couple of times, but I remember what I saw. "Goldfinger", and the other time, "Patton".
I spent the weekend on crutches. My knee had been hurting for about 3 weeks, and I had an appointment Fri. to check it out. Did that, got x-rays, a prescription, and then as I hobbled to my car and stepped off the 6 inch high curb, "BO-ING" went something in my knee, and it crumpled. Luckily I was at my car, and grabbed it. I had to call Dick, and he had to come and get me to an ER, 'cause it hurt like you know what. Anyway, they treated both my "cheeks" to an injection. One of morphine, and one of something else I can't remember. Anyway, to have been in excrutiating (sp) pain Friday, my knee feels remarkably better. I am barely needing the crutches now, but am being real careful anyway. I only wish I had a better story to tell, like "I was hiking the Appalachian Trail", or fulfilling some other bucket list item. But, nope, as is typical for me, stepping off a curb is all the drama I could muster.
I just asked Dick what he was doing 'cause he is behind me, real quiet. His reply was, "goofing around". That can only mean trouble, so I will go.
Sayonara, Diane
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