Buffalo Gal

"He tried hard to help me
He put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees"
-- (Wish I Had a )River, Joni Mitchell, 1971
That lyric intrigued me the first time I heard it in junior high. I knew about the butterflies when the crush du jour held your hand or placed his quickly and lightly on your knee during assembly, but actual limb failure seemed like such a grand idea.
By the time I got to college, I discovered one could indeed be knocked off their feet. I confused that with the ultimate experience and got engaged and married long before either of us should have even considered it. The end was brutal and the recriminations continue today.
I thought about the song again yesterday as I knelt to clear the baseboards for our real estate open house. I could actually hear my knees complain with various popping and crunching sounds. I've had surgical repair on my right ACL and Menicus. It looks like the left Pantellar is next.
It's amazing how quickly one can go from being enthralled by the mystery, to lost in discovery, to able to draw a Gray's Anatomy diagram.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-10-03 8:39 AM Weak in the knees "He tried hard to help me He put me at ease And he loved me so naughty Made me weak in the knees" -- (Wish I Had a )River, Joni Mitchell, 1971 That lyric intrigued me the first time I heard it in junior high. I knew about the butterflies when the crush du jour held your hand or placed his quickly and lightly on your knee during assembly, but actual limb failure seemed like such a grand idea. By the time I got to college, I discovered one could indeed be knocked off their feet. I confused that with the ultimate experience and got engaged and married long before either of us should have even considered it. The end was brutal and the recriminations continue today. I thought about the song again yesterday as I knelt to clear the baseboards for our real estate open house. I could actually hear my knees complain with various popping and crunching sounds. I've had surgical repair on my right ACL and Menicus. It looks like the left Pantellar is next. It's amazing how quickly one can go from being enthralled by the mystery, to lost in discovery, to able to draw a Gray's Anatomy diagram. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top