I must have jammed my ankle a little last night skating. Today I got up and end up falling on the floor when i tried to stand up. There's a bruise on the side of my ankle and I felt a small but pretty distinct pain when I stood up. I have no idea what I might have done to it.
Hobbled, I stayed inside and watched what coverage of the Winter Olympics as was presented. They are putting way too many "human interest" things in there. It's as if there aren't any athletic contests, just a parade of human-interest stories. One of the local Chicago stations has one of their people all the way over in Japan covering this. Don't ask me why. THey seem to do little but collect up "local color."
I got a call from someone I knew in Minneapolis this afternoon. By some weird coincidence, Melanie Stuart, my old neighbor, called me and said she had run across my web page while looking for something about Washburn High School. She hadn't gone there, but she was looking for someone else who had. Those search engines are amazing. We talked for maybe half an hour. Melanie was two years younger, and because we went to different schools it was a little hard to keep in touch after they moved, but I always liked her and I was glad she called. And I'm not just saying that because I'm worried she'll read it here if I trash her.
I spent some time reading new web diaries this afternoon. I am sorry, I am overwhelmed. I don't think I'll do that again. It's not that people don't have important things to say, and the internet is probably a perfectly good place to say these things, but the sheer scale of it sobers me. So many people, so much abuse, so much sadness, so many lost chances and broken ideals.
But that's what's out there. Pleasant pollyanna tales don't catch the eye of the casual surfer, I guess.
I was thinking today that I should see if I can find some people on the web, and see if it's worth talking to them again. This wish to revisit the recent past seems to be coming on as March 1 approaches. If I wait another five years it'll probably be too late.