Aspirin

Aspirin is one of my best friends, and if you add a little caffeine and a wee bit of sugar to the mix, it will go the extra mile for you. I am learning as I age just how many muscles I have; and I am glad for them, don’t jump to the conclusion I am complaining, which is what I am wont to do.

I have been bustling around – unfortunately, some folks have bustled behind me finding “new” floor space on which to drop things. Ah, is there room for sarcasm here? Most definitely.

Hedge and bush trimming went well for quite a while, until I was watching a certain section of the cord so carefully to make certain I did not cut it that I cut another section. DRAT! Perhaps better than the time I tripped and weedwhacked my leg, though. I don’t remember why, but there was a reason I could not release the trigger immediately.

I saw a man mowing a tiny stretch of lawn with a big tractorlet mower and spent quite a long time wondering how he turned around. I also saw an older man, short with white hair (no helmet) on a huge, huge white motorcycle; his toes just touched the ground as we waited for a red light to change. It is not tactful to say, but if this is part of his bucket list, I would say he’s gotten pretty far through the list already.