Old age ain’t for sissies
Okay, so I’m not really old, but honestly I’ve gotta tell ya: my bursitis is killing a person.
I’ve got two bum knees due to starting sports at an early age. One knee is swollen and creaky and giving me fits. I knew it was gonna snow before it did actually come down. I also took a tumble when my knee gave out. I felt like a sap. Yikes,man. So, it looks like I’ve gotta push my fish oils and lose some weight in order to get back to my peppiness.
I have always loved the winter. These days I’m feeling like I should be wearing sweater sets and tasteful hats. Possibly some galoshes from the same folks that make the slipper socks…oy.
Hey, happy holidays by the way. I didn’t post for my eight crazy nights because I was too tired. Not one game of dreidel was played. I did make myself some latkes. That was about it.
I also sang my ‘Eight nights of Chanukkah’ song but only to myself. No one really wants to hear it.
For those of you in the know, I’m gonna try to post ‘An Axe an apple and a buckskin jacket’.
Oh, that’s a toe tapper. It’s annoying as hell, but Bing Crosby makes me smile–even if he was an abusive pipe smokin’ mofo. Gotta love that voice during the holidays.
Hope you’ve got your shopping done and reached out to those less fortunate. Actually, I’m hopin’ that you’re reaching out to the less fortunate every day. We’ve gotta take care of one another, don’t we? Ahhh, you know that already.
Keep on truckin’, babies!
There’s enough love for everyone—even the folks who make you nuts.