People who follow this blog or read my posts on Facebook are aware that I’ve espoused positions like “65 is the new 45” and “you’re only as old as you feel.” Well, as Rubeus Hagrid would say, “Codswallop!”
When I was in high school. especially junior and senior years, I ran cross-country and track. Junior year I ran the mile and two-mile just about every race. We ran year round, as long as the roads were passable, in southern CT. Must have run hundreds of miles, never an issue with my feet, other than the occasional blister on the ankle breaking in a new pair of shoes. Ahhh, the Glory Days!!!
About 8 months ago, I contracted an infection in my foot. Pretty much grounded me from my beloved Marin East Peak (my mountain bike). Then about 6 months ago, right around my 69th b-day and Christmas, I felt a twinge behind my right shoulder while lifting weights at the gym. This grew worse and now I’m under an ortho’s care for a possible light tear in the rotator cuff, Start physical therapy next week. And as long as I was there, he drained my left elbow where bursitis (gotta love spell-check. Must know I live in New Mexico because it wants to replace this with “burritos”) had developed. This is on top of my developing painful callouses on the balls of both feet, making walking and riding an extremely unenjoyable proposition! No, I’m certainly not feeling like 70 is the new fifty!!!
Now I know many of you readers, as well as other friends who might not see this, have had it far worse in the health department. And I’m sure I sound like I’m whining over relatively trivial ailments. But watching my body lose muscle tone because I have to limit my activity because of these malfunctions is frustrating and aggravating. Worse is the realization that the final chapter is now more imminent than the first one. Pretty telling when the app that sends me the most notifications on the iPhone is called “We Croak.” And the newest fiction I’m reading is Sing, Unburied, Sing and Salvage the Bones, both by Jesmyn Ward. Yeah, ghosts and the Reaper…..
Finally, I just gotta cast aspersions on the clown train in DC. “Fearless Leader” (apologies to Boris and Natasha) has gone through experienced advisors faster than Wal-Mart does greeters. Not good for either them or our nation. The latest fracas is with his confidant/mentor/friend Rudy Giuliani.“He is a great guy,” Mr. Trump said. “He’ll get his facts straight.” Hello, Donny-J, how many can you throw under the bus?!?!?! I think this administration is gonna flop not because of TheRump but because anyone with brains enough to do some good would rather work for Voldemort!!!!