The Parts Department

My brother just came home with a new knee. At least, I hope it’s new; there’s no sense in walking around with something used which, when you think about it, is what another person didn’t want anymore.

That goes for cars, electronic devices and spouses. People get rid of them for a reason and maybe you’d be better off with something new.

Anyway, Jim limped in like a beggar in India; guys in white coats and face masks did whatever they do (did Jesus wear a white coat and a face mask, I wonder?) and he came out healed. That’s the short version.

To learn more than you really want to know in a blog of this type, go to Google and type in “knee replacement surgery” and choose “knee replacement surgery – WebMD.” If you’d rather not, then stop here, make yourself a mug of tea, and continue.

All set? Sip, swallow, relax, repeat. Life is good.

Jim is a woodsman and heats his house with logs. The best type is, in French, “bois de lune,” and he carefully culls it from the available deadwood. With his new knee, it will be possible to once again be out there in the forests stocking up on this well-burning tree.

A good book, some coffee and a new knee is great.