Thursday, March 25, 2010

Falling In Texas With Other Pains At Fort Worth's Fosdic Lake

I think I mentioned that I talked to Elsie Hotpepper this morning. Elsie was not long out of bed. I think she was only half awake and not at all recovered from the previous night's shenanigans, which somehow left Elsie's voice about 2 octaves lower than normal and her Texas drawl about 2 octaves lower, as well.

And then I heard from my therapist, Dr. L.C., grilling me about why I'm getting up so early. Dr. L.C. does not sounds as raspy as Elsie Hotpepper.

I don't know why my therapist is now concerned with when I get up in the morning. Yesterday it was concern about how late I have lunch. I tell you I live with an Orwellian level of Big Brother monitoring. It's very stifling.

To get temporary relief from feeling stifled, around noon, I went to Oakland Lake Park to walk around Fosdic Lake. My quest to find Oakland Lake remains a quest. As you can see, in the picture, it was not being even remotely sunny when I was out walking.

I ended up only slightly sore from yesterday's fall. The slip and slide incident was not painful, unlike last week's ankle twisting fall by my mailbox. There seems to be an epidemic of falls and backaches among those I know.

My little sister is out of commission with an aching back. The Scrabble Queen of Washington is currently in back pain. Perry Mason's little sister, Lori, took a bad fall while gardening. Elsie Hotpepper falls regularly during her nightly shenanigans. Tootsie Tonasket took a tumble, on Sunday, whilst trying to chase a deer from her garden.

I'm sure I am forgetting some aches and pains. But, you know who you are.


twister said...

It occurred to me recently, that one of the joys of youth is being able to enjoy most physical activity without feeling any pain. The flip side of this equation is many times pain is lurking not so far beneath the surface of an aging frame. Not so ironically, one of our most effective means of combating the aches and pains that beset us as we age is physical activity. Old timers would call it being stove up. Unless the pain we are suffering is debilitating a nice casual walk is good for what pains you. So if you're feeling peckish, take a walk. ;)

Durango said...



You're so right about the joys of youth. I recollect having spectacular bike wrecks and thinking they were fun. My brother and I would push our bikes to the top of Burlington Hill.

Hills in Washington are what you'd probably call a mountain in Texas.

Anyway, we'd push our bikes to the top and then coast down at high speed. If our parental units knew we were doing such things, well, we'd be told to stay off the hill.

I recollect one section of thick, lose gravel and slowly losing control of my bike and going into a slow motion slide. I do not recollect any blood or bruises.

Now that I'm elderly all sorts of minor things cause all sorts of bruises.

Like my mom told me the other day, (I'm paraphrasing),"It's hell getting old and the Golden Years are not all that Golden."

Steve A said...

Peckish and Durango. Synonyms?