Re-Bound

Though I feel 25 and act my shoe size, the actual digits are 65. There it is, the secret again: old people are simply young people in crappy bodies.

It’s incredibly difficult to remember my age when making purchases. For instance, I saw a small, indoor trampoline (they call them ‘rebounders’ now) being used on YouTube and HAD to have one.

When my superior specimen arrived… well, my husband had a small coronary. You see, he knows me. We’ve been together for quite some time and in his mind I’d go re-bounding off that thing and into a wood chipper. Yes, that was my plan all along.

NOT. For goodness sake’s I think I can avoid wood chippers. And the glass closet doors. Yes, old house. 😉

So after a week of first class avoidance, he put it together for me. Under protest. Muttering things like “we need to update our wills”.

Y’all, it’s SO MUCH FUN!!! I was twisty bouncing and leg up/leg down bouncing and just convinced this thing would be the best addition to my work out routine ever!!!

I have three herniated discs.

Oh, I know what to do for them… the cervical hanger/inversion table/Advil season is in full swing and I’m guessing the little rebounder will be given to one of the kids or grandkids. Which is a shame; it really is fun…

St. Jude

I recently said a novena to St. Jude and my prayers were answered.

This is an acknowledgement and thank you! The lady in question has finally gotten help.

Year

“Make yourselves sheep and the wolves will eat you.”

Benjamin Franklin

It’s been a year since “15 Days to Stop the Spread”.

I’m one of the lucky ones. Unlike many people who lost their homes and businesses my life hasn’t changed all that much. I still lounge around the place with the Man (who works from home), the only difference being my groceries are usually delivered. Oh, I’ve been to the store, which is packed by the way. Last week I noticed the ‘One Way’ strips are gone. They’re getting back to normal except for the ubiquitous masks. Too bad many other businesses aren’t as lucky.

Take, for instance, outpatient procedures. Not a hospital. They wouldn’t even allow me in the building, let alone in the room with Mike before and after he underwent a colonoscopy, which has been the norm in the past. Next month another procedure and another “wait in the car”.

Guess masks and distancing don’t work.

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