As if I didn't feel old enough already..

I leave on a quick 1 day business trip today, gimped out or no, and in the mean time I thought I'd share this thought:

AHHH! Where does the time go? How can this be happening?!!!

You see. Littlest brought home her paperwork for Senior pictures to be taken over the summer and info for doing her senior quotes for next years yearbook and such. My mind flashed on through the year to the endless organizing, testing, renting cap and gown, seeing her walk up to get that piece of paper that declares her free. (Which made me tear up a whole year in advance ) And a few months later she will be legally free to make her final decision on her future. I asked her to wait two more years and go to school before she makes that decision.  But it's up to her and she's leaning toward, "I want to get on with it.". We shall see,  so for now...

But...But...But....She's My Littlest!
 Isn't she twelve? I'm pretty sure the last time I looked she was twelve.

How's time treating you?



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Yeah. And Don't Forget My LifeAlert Pendant.

or,
To Quote Shel Silverstein

"I tripped on my shoelace, and I fell up."

Over the past thirty years I have injured my ankle:

Falling down on roller skates.
Falling down steps (2 whole steps)
Walking down a mountain.

and...now...

On Tuesday I was sitting cross legged on the ground and as I proceeded to gracefully rise UPWARD in one fluid motion from the ground....something went terribly wrong.

I tried to ignore it but by Wednesday it became apparent that...

 This great fall from a distance of approximately 1 foot off  the ground had resulted in:

Sprained Right Ankle

and

                                                    Strained/Twisted Left Knee


Further aftermath of this curious incident has been a peculiar behavior pattern in Middlest and Littlest:

Telling their mother to go sit down and relax and quit doing stuff.

I actually heard this as I was slowly sneaking down the stairs.

"Is she up again?!"

"YES!"

"Mom! Go Lay Down!"

I could get used to this.

Oh. And Biggest called. She asked if they should start saving up for my Hoveround.


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I had to sneak off to write this post. Next time I make a break for it I'll visit blogs.



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Through No Glass Darkly

It is nearly dusk. I lift my glasses like kicking a pair of tight shoes off at the end of a day. My face feels the same relief as my feet, suddenly light and unencumbered.  As I lift my eyes my world becomes a Monet painting. Blurred edges and radiating light. Clumps of color and texture forming images that are recognizable but indistinct. Detail fades into light and shade. Green and greener, brown and black the oak tree limbs in their frozen game of Twister. I notice constant movement traversing the trunks. The traffic of chattering housewives stocking up for their families. A question mark standing out against a patch of blue light. The fig rustles in the wind like a dust mop shaken on a back porch. A flash of red,  I know it by it's size and vibrance. No need to wait for the staccato tapping on a knot hole. Another red flash that appears to be the same size but closer in. I know this too. I don't need to see it's partner almost blended away in a a patch of dirt, a blob on the grass, to know it's species. A swooping flash of gray could be anything. But I know it by it's mocking shouts of warning. I search the ground to find the danger. A patch of color that does not grow in the garden. I find the golden victim of this outrage glowing motionless in the sun. There. Though the stripes cannot be ascertained and the tail wrapped neatly at the base does not twitch to give it away I know what it is, I think. It might just be a jug of chlorine forgotten beside the pool.


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