Intellectual Pursuits

 

“Will you read my blog post and tell me if you think it’s too weird?”

“Sure,” says the Professor.

He doesn’t laugh which is the opposite of what I was going for.

“Too bizarre, huh?”

“You know better than to ask me.  I am too private.  But I will say one thing.  Writing about boobs is not an intellectual pursuit.  This is what happens when you live in La Jolla.”

Had I been anywhere else in my cycle I would have fought him on this.  This from a man who bought a hot tub as an impulse purchase while out grocery shopping at Costco?  He is lecturing me on intellectual pursuits?

I don’t think so!  Here’s the post:

I am not built for running, but I love it so I do it anyway.  There are a lot of things that aren’t good for me that I do regardless, but that’s another story, shared only after years of friendship and a bottle of wine.  I like the freedom and simplicity of being able to put on running shoes, my music and just go.  The last time I ran this much was in Ithaca and I fractured a toe.  Even with taping them and wearing orthotics, I may not make it to my grave without intervention.

 “I think I need foot surgery,” I told the Professor.

He looked at my feet.

“Because of how they look or because of how they feel?”

“Please.  It’s my toe.  I think I’m getting a stress fracture.  My weight isn’t being distributed properly.  My second toe is doing all the work the big toe is supposed to be doing.  I can feel it happening when I push off.” 

“Well, you have to schedule it when I can help out.”

I started thinking about the down time and the risks of anethesia. 

“I wonder if there is anything else I should have done while I am under?”

“Like what?”  He sounded hopeful.

“Oh my God, I knew it.  You want me to get new boobs.”

“No, honey, I love your boobs.  Really.  I am not one of those guys that wants everything new.  I like living in reality.”

Reality boobs?