****WCGreen Update -- Sunday, July 27, 2014****

I made it!

I'm home typing one-handed...

My doc said there were no surprises and all went well, as expected.

Your good wishes and vibes worked! I am so grateful for all your help...I love my friends.

Once more into the breach, dear friends......tomorrow's the day.

Tomorrow I present myself and my defective left shoulder to the hospital where my doctor will operate and hopefully fix said wonky shoulder.

I'm scheduled for out-patient surgery, so I should be home late in the afternoon...

I really REALLY hope this is the last surgery! I want to be myself again...

So, if you can spare them, a few vibes, or good thoughts, or whatever you think will help...I'd greatly appreciate it.

Thank you.

Solar Freakin' Roadways: a 7 minute long video on just that. It's fascinating.

We were boys, we were friends, we were enemies...today's LA Times:

snip...

In the fall of 1961, I was 8 years old and living in the Israeli hamlet of Kfar Saba, where my parents and I were born. We could see the Samaria Mountains from our porch, and the town of Kalkilya, now in the West Bank but then part of Jordan just a mile or so away. A valley of orchards and wild brush lay between us and was forbidden; the border was more or less defined by an old rail path.

But precisely because that citrus-scented valley was off-limits to me, it was also enticing one Saturday afternoon. I rode my bicycle past the village square, beyond the old bus station and into the valley that unfolded against the biblical mountains.

Kalkilya was close by where I walked in the thick groves that divided the two worlds. And then I realized that I was not alone. Standing and staring at me was an Arab boy, about my age, as surprised by this encounter as I.

We both froze in fear. But curiosity quickly prevailed and we began to talk. It was a halting mixture of Hebrew and English; I did not know any Arabic. I still remember that he knew words from both of my languages and I did not know any from his. I remember his face very clearly, particularly the way he smiled.

The rest at the link: http://www.latimes.com/opinion/op-ed/la-oe-kamin-israel-two-boys-20140717-story.html

Luckovich from Facebook:

Nestle is buying water from a drought-stricken area in California: And it's legal.

Well, it looks like I'm heading back to my orthopedic surgeon again.

After my left shoulder got replaced back in January, my progress was pretty good, if slow.

PT really turned me into a pretzel on a regular basis!

We had planned that I would continue with outpatient PT till the end of May. But a few weeks before that, I noticed that my shoulder was doing something odd...it was slipping in and out a bit.

Turns out it was trying to dislocate itself.

I wore a sling in the hopes that this would fix it, but it didn't. So today I saw my doc and we talked about our options. Mainly, day surgery to fix the joint and stop it from slipping around.

It seems that my chest muscles are tight and they push the joint backwards. And of course, the back muscles are loose.......and they allow the joint to move backwards! Wonderful.

But my doc can fix it.

We don't have a surgery date yet, but we will...

Just thought you all might want to know...

****WCGreen Update --Saturday July 5, 2014****

*July 4, 1894...My grandmother's birthday*