This morning I’m feeling inordinately proud of my skeleton. I’ve had doubts about it in the past, but this time, when slip came to slide, my little boney bits marched right into formation and got busy. They were treated to a photo shoot yesterday and the films are gorgeous — all the shattered pieces are in place and getting chummy with each other — what Dr. Pro calls *sticky.* Sans cast or surgery those little guys shouldered (eh?) the job and did what had to be done. Part of my personal staff:
It’s been a sobering month at our house; therefore, good news is primo, and when is it not? So on a sunny day in February it’s fun to know I’ve still got it, even if it’s on the inside where you can’t see it. You know why old people are grouchy? Because they hate getting old, end of story. We try to grace it all up and pretend to be philosophical … mature, ha! … all the while feeling slightly bereft that not very many people can hear or see the eighteen, thirty, forty-five-ish, never-gonna-grow-up real soul that is us. We’re having such a good time! How could the ride be so far down the tracks already?
That’s why we can’t have nice things and the reason we say shit like “Get off my lawn,” and “You’re one smartass comment away from being bitch-slapped so hard Google won’t be able to find you.” We mean well.
I just realized today is Whinesday, which explains everything, sorry not sorry. Enjoy the sunshine — it’s always out there somewhere.
Playing for Time 
Feb 10, 2016 @ 12:05:38
I’m so glad to hear your boney bits are behaving! And I think your reason for why we get grumpier as we get older is spot on. Meanwhile, why it’s taken me this long to realize you had a FB page, I don’t know. But I just ‘liked’ it. Thank you so much for the visits you’ve given mine.
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Feb 10, 2016 @ 12:09:15
Thanks, Carrie, and I’m glad you’re here now!
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