Mondays Ain't So Bad Any More ...

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Had to dash out to the store on Monday, as I stepped onto the deck, I marveled at what a lovely day it was. Warm with a cool breeze, which reminded me of how late it is in the year, October has scarcely begun yet it felt like fall, really felt like fall.

The angle of the light is different, the colors of nature seem more vibrant, more alive, as if knowing that soon the earth would be frozen and gray, so let's live it up now.

I feel much the same way.

Anyhoo ...

Knee is much, much better. I can go up the stairs with great agility, going down is still something of an adventure. Nothing hurts but my brain keeps reminding me of that day when the damned thing wouldn't bear any weight at all.

So I go down the stairs with a great deal of caution. I have no desire for The Missus Herself to come home to my lifeless carcass lying at the bottom of the stairs because I threw caution to the winds and faceplanted.

Did that once not that long ago going into the basement from the backyard. Going from bright sunlight into a darker space. What's worse is that I had changed to progressive lenses in my spectacles after having been assured, "oh, don't worry, they change much faster than they did back in the day!"

Lying bastards. "Faster" is a relative term, back in the day it would take them a minute or two to "undarken." Nowadays it only takes maybe fifteen seconds. When I need to be able to see "right fire trucking now," that ain't good enough.

Next pair of eyeglasses will NOT have that feature.

Oh yeah, going into the basement to get something as The Missus Herself and I were doing something in the backyard and we needed something from the basement. Bulkhead was open, light was on at the foot of the stairs, but truly I couldn't see squat once I left the sunlight.

As I stepped I realized that I was NOT on the last step but on the penultimate step. As I went into freefall I had one thought, "Well, this sucks."

Fortunately, I learned how to fall when I studied martial arts in Korea. Not that I was a great student, but learning how to properly fall so as not to let gravity kick one's ass, I got pretty good at that one thing. Okay in others, but in falling, I was a freaking ninja.

Anyhoo, I hit the basement floor and rolled, taking the brunt of the landing on my not insubstantial derriere. Yes, I was butt hurt after that fall. But nothing was broken, nothing was bleeding and I wasn't even sore the next day.

Of course, I was in my 60s back then ...

I remember when my Dad hit his 70s, I was kind of amazed at how much he had slowed down. Now?

Right there with ya Dad!

Yes, I'm slower but I'm still formidable! (Using the French there, it sounds cooler. You know how I am with languages.)

But yes, Mondays used to suck (unless it was a holiday). Now?

Well, they ain't too bad at all. I do what I want, when I want.

Been working my whole life towards that. It's nice to be there at last.

Ciao!

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