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I didn't get a thing done yesterday. No laundry, no cleaning, nothing. In fact, I didn't even get dressed. My hip hurt, making it hard to walk. Spouse cleaned the kitchen. Bless him. Today it's not quite as stiff. I wonder if the ache is from the climbing, reaching, stretching and crouching I did while painting on Saturday.
I miss my young self. I miss the ease of movement, the flexibility and limberness, the stamina, the simple ability to function normally the day after some sort of strenuous effort. Not too long ago, while playing with my nephews, I turned a cartwheel and heard my joints say "pop, pop, pop!" My nephews exclaimed, "Aunt Angela, what was that noise?"
Not much, sweeties, just your auntie getting old.
I miss my young self. I miss the ease of movement, the flexibility and limberness, the stamina, the simple ability to function normally the day after some sort of strenuous effort. Not too long ago, while playing with my nephews, I turned a cartwheel and heard my joints say "pop, pop, pop!" My nephews exclaimed, "Aunt Angela, what was that noise?"
Not much, sweeties, just your auntie getting old.