We had air conditioning in the entire house installed before summer. What a marvel! Coolness and dryness every room in the house. No need to take long air conditioned drives in my car for quick cool downs. The local market will miss me meandering up and down their aisles to suck in their cool air. The cool air is so wonderful, or is it?
The old war wounds in my back have been calling out their war songs this year. This summer, I went to a pain clinic and had three shots in my back to stop the pain. I worried about my back. I did less, well, I did almost nothing in the yard. I spend a total of one hour in the gardens. I had no choice. The pain had to stop and I became the mother hen to the little vertebrates in my back.
Being protective feels old, old like the little ladies who drive their cars at top speeds of 25 miles per hour.
Old. A term I never thought I would use to describe the adventurous women that I was. I don't mind the grey hairs, I actually like them.
But giving up my gardens, that hurts. Being outside with my plants, birds, and bugs surrounding me and being part of their world. That was wonderful. That is now gone.
I gave up walking a few years ago. I tried new shoes, new walks, but, those vertebrates are very demanding. I now walk occasionally with my walking sticks. The sticks keep me strong and straight. That is good. But, now my toes, ankles, and arches yell out in pain.
I did not pick fresh fruit at the local farm. I miss the taste of warm fruit melting in my mouth.
I took joy in snacking inside the house. Why did it come to this?
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