My uncle! I hurt my uncle!

As some of you know, I sprained my ankle last night while playing badminton with my sister. Actually, I took a break from the game to do a little Ukrainian victory dance with some Ukrainian singing - see, I started singing this song and it sounded Ukrainian so naturally that just made me dance Ukrainian.
Well, being barefoot, on uneven grass, and not know how to Ukrainian dance, my ankle turned pretty bad, and next thing I know I'm sprawling on the ground telling Lynda, "I just rolled my ankle!" Lynda, meanwhile, was laughing and my previous dance session and said, "Aw come on, I've rolled my ankle lots of times."
Nice sister.
My brother Danny had just driven in from work, and saw Lynda laughing and me on the ground. Luckily he figured something was wrong and came to help out. Boy I felt sick! Later Lynda made fun of how white I was when Danny and Mom brought me to the house. Apparently my lips were as white as that picture on my wall downstairs.
Last night was my first time in the hospital (outside of visiting). It was pretty interesting, and boring all at the same time. There weren't many waiting in the emergency room though so we were out of there within an hour.
So now my left ankle is nicely bandaged up and aching away. I'm stuck in the house because I don't have crutches yet. It'll take abotu 4-6 weeks to heal. 6 weeks!!! I can't live like this. I need to run around and bat some balls and run in the sprinkler and go for bike rides and walks...
My summer is ruined. *sigh*

We're all probably going to get old.

It's a fact of life. Deal with it.

I just came back from the nursing home - tagged along with Mom to see an old parishioner who just turned 100 years old. I really should bring my violin some there and play them a few tunes. After about 2 or 3 hours of good practise, of course. I used to go and play the piano sometimes, back when I was still taking lessons. But my piano skills have gone way down. The only thing I can do is read notes (even that is going down - with the left hand notes. Violin doesn't have bass clef and I'm forgetting fast) and play little kid's songs. Even then, I think they would prefer some old time fiddling to some gloomy Beethoven or overly-prissy Mozart or a mind-boggling piece by Chopin -- not that I ever played HIM, of course!

When I get old, if I get old, and am placed in a nursing home, I would want people to come by and play the music I listened to when I was younger. But then again, in this day and age so many people have such a wide taste in music, I highly doubt that the music I listen to now would be warmly welcomed in nursing homes of the future: Irish and Cape Breton fiddling, swing music, Josh Groban, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby...my goodness, will the future generation even know who these people are?!?!?! I for one will do everything in my power to introduce this music into my children's heads and hope beyond all hope that they will grow to love it as I do. I mean really, how can you NOT love the fast-paced, dance-able, jigs and reels of Cape Breton? Or the minor-keyed off-beat tunes of Ireland?

I'm rambling.

Oooh, watermelon!!