Posts Tagged: arthritis

Bracing myself for more pain

Some things pass from reality and memory swiftly. Others linger like a dank smell that you can’t locate. Sadly, I’m here to talk about the bad smell type and why I’m bracing myself for more pain. Two Halloween’s ago, I damaged myself setting up my (then) new idea of a Dead Thing Pen. I thought… Read more »

Again or still?

What is it about BBQ’s in general and Halloween in particular that makes them so dangerous to me? Okay, I kinda know the answer to both, but somehow that’s no consolation. Tackling the first part…er…first, the BBQ parties I throw, though only twice a year, usually create all kinds of damage to my body. Sometimes,… Read more »

Shaken, not stirred

Ah, the stability of the printed word. I was working hard on the front landscape this morning, caparisoned in my usual landscape gear: long sleeve shirt, jeans, junky shoes, glasses, face mask and hat. Today was a particularly nice morning, low 70’s (albeit high humidity). I began working on my long-overdue trimming, pruning and yanking… Read more »

Shot in the arm

Welp, that clinches it. As part of my “Get fit to write” program (long story), I added back the abdominal exercises and proposed a return to my regular machine work on the Bowflex.  Nothing major at this point of life, just a little strengthening of the aging muscles. My upper arm has been giving me… Read more »

With a click of the wrist

Words that usually make you sigh:  “It’s always something”. Who knows when it happened, or what caused it.  Perhaps it was during my extended tennis play recently, back on three days a week and usually four sets each day.  Maybe it was working out on the Bowflex, bad form or advancing too soon to a… Read more »

“Don’t make fun of your Grandma!”

Mom week continues, with a tip of the memory to the previous generation. Before I get into telling tales of Mom, no tribute would be complete without some thoughts and smiles about Grandma. After my parents divorced, visitation to Dad and his side of the family took the form of my sister and me spending… Read more »