This blog is for my aging friends, (Old leaves a bad taste on my tongue as I say it) and I regret the first text to my girls after a small fall I took. What I said was,”I just had my first Old Woman fall!!“
After living on a farm all my life, escaping snorting bulls, big Leghorn roosters bent, on a fight, lawnmowers on slick, green banks, six labor and delivery adventures, flus and Covid, and even a thunder and lightning storm or two, I have fallen! Taken down, head over heels by a treacherous, deadly deck chair and flower pot.
I did fall last Thursday with some bruises and just enough pain to remind me of something, This “aging” thing is a whole new arena of adventures! After a lifetime of hurrying, moving instinctively, to accomplish what I was doing, the call now is for cautious , thoughtful procedures that in no way involve bulls, roosters, lawnmowers, and illnesses, but to realize my greatest threats lie in those terrifying , dangerous deck chairs and flower pots.
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