Just like those new hang gliders pilots, I practice my liftoffs every day.
The cold here has played havoc with my crotchety old hip. I’ve had to think about getting out of bed before I actually do it. Once or twice I’ve caught myself considering climbing the stairs from garage to kitchen or living room to bedroom level. Not actually climbing them, mind you….just considering. And that’s just a hip that’s slowed me down.
What about old friends like Alice. She lived the last few years of her life with claw like hands so knotted there was little she could do anywhere. Her husband cooked but didn’t clean which accounted for the cotton wool over everything in the house. However did she get dressed? No wonder she liked her cocoon-like, big, old Lincoln. In it she was comfortable. I bet her hips and knees were gone too. Or Kay…I knew why she rolled through life, but I never thought of the long term consequences she might live with later.
Hot water really helps all of us. Alice never swam, but Kay and I do. I get in the pool slowly. Once in I can move freely, and I have photographic proof that Kay can too. What a joy. But the hot tub is the best gift of all. In it I can stretch, pull, push and look like a fool, but I actually can walk out, up the steps, looking just like all those others in swim suits.
It’s good practice.