My knees

Nope, this blog isn't really about popcorn, although I do love it, and can't imagine going to the movies without a bag of lightly buttered popcorn and a nice diet soda!

Popcorn is great, and I have fond memories of going to the Drive- In as a child and "getting to go" to the concession stand alone ,or with a friend! Memories of watching shows on TV that were shown only once a year....Cinderella with Leslie Ann Warren,It's a Wonderful Life, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, The Wizard of Oz....all were special events and homemade popcorn was the crown jewel that always accompanied these special evenings.

Memories...good ones...

Not long ago I was having a troubled evening with my now teenage son. He had gone up to bed, but my instincs told me he was up to something. My room is on the main floor, and his upstairs. So slowly I crept up the stairs in the quiet still of the night, my detective gear in full mode. But my knees....shit, they sounded like a bag of microwave popcorn on high! Pop....crack..crack... pop, pop, pop....

When the hell did that happen to me? Hey, I can still do a stair case; several times over....no problem! But what's up with all that noise and popping sounds?

Someone who doesn't know me well, might just mistake me for a women who might be nearing the dreaded "MA" (middle age). They would be, as I said, very mistaken! Still I can pull downed trees from the creek, carry 50 lb. salt bags downstairs to the water softner (okay, sometimes I tumble them down the stairs, but still I lift them to my car from the store, and lift them out of the car at home, and lift them into the tank!).

While gardening kneeling is part of the deal (even if I do get "stiff" sometimes), but I get down and low, plant, weed, water, fertilize. I cut dead branches from my 2+ acres, so what the hell is a little bit of popping knees? Only if they weren't so dreadfully loud!

Maybe the MA is creeping upon me, but hey, I've always been young at heart, and don't plan on changing that anytime soon.

I just need new ammunition for checking out what my son's doing, 'cause the ole knees are gonna give me away!