Friday, December 05, 2014

It's Come To This

We're just in from a run out to Cannon Airplane Patch to pick up the monthly meds and do a major commissary run (major = >$100.00).  In so doing we took our very first ride in a conveyance similar to what you see on the right.  You have no ideer how much it hurt me to break down and do that, but our breathing capacity is such that we get out of breath simply walking from room to room these days... on oxygen.  So: It was a motorized shopping cart for us today and I'll admit it made the shopping thing a LOT more pleasurable than the last few times I've been to the store.

The shopping might have been a piece of cake but unloading the car and humping groceries into the house was a minor production.  No worries, we just sat our tired ol' ass down for a couple o' three minutes in between trips, caught our breath, and went back to bid'niz; four trips from car to kitchen and we were done.  The bottom line is we just have to take things a lot slower than we used to do.  (This is where we usually put that ol' "It's always sumthin'!" phrase.)

OK.  I'm done unburdening.  The chores are done and it's a lovely day out on the verandah.  I DO believe I hear a beer calling me.  Or two.

10 comments:

  1. Well - I am glad that you let your pride take the hit and kept your physical-self safe and secure. It's a big moment for anyone.

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  2. Dang, I guess age catches up with all of us eventually.

    Take care of yourself Buck, we demand, er, I mean "ask", that you keep blogging for quite some time to come!

    Seriously!

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  3. One does what one has to... And enjoy the beer! :-)

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  4. Hey, if it makes life easier, I'm all for it. Suffering does not build character. Suffering builds pain.

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  5. @ Kris: You know what they say about pride... ;-)

    @ Chris: It ain't old age, it's a self-inflicted wound. That's the thing that gets me: I did this to myself.

    @ Jim C: Thank ya, sir.

    @ Jim S: You're right!

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  6. I was going to post a comment - but I've forgotten what it was. Another problem with getting old!

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    1. Ironically, the same thing happened to me.

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    2. Getting old ain't for sissies.

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  7. Depleted Cranium07 December, 2014 16:43

    Most of the golf carts I see aren't as pretty as that one, and for some reason they never hose off the big chunks of vomit...

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