Since an impending birthday apparently isn't enough to remind me of my own mortality, my body has helpfully rolled up its sleeves and jumped in.
In spite of walking two miles several days a week, attendance at water aerobics, and weekly games of golf, I've managed to strain the muscles that run alongside my spine.
Actually I did this first last week by simply standing up and having a good stretch. It was three days before I could rise from a chair without a moan and a paralyzed crouch. Today I lifted and emptied the reservoir from the basement's dehumidifier, something I do every day during the summer, and again I'm hobbling around like Father Time.
Just when you least expect it, life offers up these rich learning opportunities.
For instance, I've learned that having the freezer compartment on the bottom of the fridge has its drawbacks when you can't lean over far enough to pull out the cold pack stored there for emergencies such as this.
Also, when your back is out, if anything can fall, it will fall.
The entire basket of clothespins
The %#@ cold pack
No bloodhound is needed to track my progress through the house. Just follow the fallen objects.
Leaving a drawer or cupboard half open all day isn't messy, it's a clever tactical move, since it means you won't have to lean over to close or open it again.
Spending a whole Saturday doing nothing is fabulous when there's a choice. When I know I should really be lying flat resting my back, all I can think about is all the things I'd like to get accomplished.
I'm a housewife in long standing, so of course I've still managed to hang out three loads of wash, wrap a shower gift, make egg salad sandwiches for lunch, and a lemon meringue pie for dinner.
Maybe I'm channeling some pioneer ancestor who nursed baby number nine while feeding the chickens. If I ever break a leg or have all my teeth extracted, I'll probably end up re-siding the house.