Dec. 17, 2015
35 rather delicious degrees on the Front Porch. It felt so
good to step outside. The humidity is at 96%, the winds are calm and it's
cloudy with rain expected later. No snow in the 10 day forecast. I drank a lot
of tonic water last night. I mention this because it necessitated the need to
get up every 2 hours to use the facilities. I mention this because my first
trip to the restroom resulted in a full body slam, nose to toes, into the
bathroom door. Um, I forgot I closed it. I also forgot that age has made it
necessary for me to stop moving about in the dark. I think you've heard this
before. Me and the Dark have always got along very well. Not so anymore. But
it's not Darks fault. I lay the blame at the feet of Old Age. My second trip, in the dark, because I just can't seem to
learn from first time experiences or second for that matter, resulted in the kicking of a little bookcase I conveniently forgot placing in the
hallway. My poor toes and I have always had issues. I've unmercifully slammed
them into door jambs and protruding obstacles my entire life. Third trip, again
in the dark, resulted in no injury! But it took me forever to negotiate the ten
feet to the bathroom as I was slightly crouched, arms sweeping the dark for
anything in my path, toes likewise patting the floor inch at a time looking for
those obstacles they so routinely find the hard way. I finally made it! Of
course, the light switch just 3 feet from the bedroom door would have been a
better and quicker solution. Humph. Must be the old dog syndrome. Just can't teach
some of them new tricks. My poor toes. May you go thur life with unscathed
toes, my Sisters and Brothers of the Universe!
