Treading softly

I’m feeling a little irritable and bristly today. It’s difficult to always be happy and upbeat. Especially when it gets increasingly more difficult to find things to be upbeat about. And even more so when the sun is shining and the weather beckons me to go outside. But I can’t just sit outside for long, I’m one of those folks who has to be doing SOMETHING.

And most of the things I like to do require mobility, balance and strength. One of the activities I enjoy is walking and hiking out on the trails. (Ooops. I can’t do that for a few more weeks. bah!)

So, just a few minutes ago, like fate, my bloggy buddy, Grey Wolf of Too Old Cripples emailed me some jokes, like he does for me every so often. (Thanks for always making me smile, Grey Wolf!)

And I want to share this one that made me smile and feel a little better this afternoon.

*The Importance of Walking*

~Walking can add minutes to your life.

    This enables you at 85 years old

    to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing

    home at $7000 per month.

   ~My grandpa started walking

     five miles a day when he was 60.

     Now he's 97 years old

     and we don't know where he is.

   ~I like long walks,

     especially when they are taken

     by people who annoy me.

   ~ The only reason I would take up walking

     is so that I could hear heavy breathing again.

    ~ I have to walk early in the morning,

     before my brain figures out what I'm doing.

  ~ I joined a health club last year,

     spent about 400 bucks.

     Haven't lost a pound.

     Apparently you have to go there.

    ~ Every time I hear the dirty word 'exercise',

     I wash my mouth out with chocolate.

   ~I do have flabby thighs,

     but fortunately my stomach covers them.

   ~ The advantage of exercising every day

     is so when you die, they'll say,

     'Well, she looks good doesn't she.'

   ~ If you are going to try cross-country skiing,

    start with a small country.

  ~ I know I got a lot of exercise

     the last few years,......

     just getting over the hill.

~ We all get heavier as we get older,

     because there's a lot more information in our heads..

     That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

    AND

   Every time I start thinking too much

      about how I look,

     I just find a Happy Hour

  and by the time I leave,

     I look just fine.

Wasn’t that great?! I’m still a little bit out-of-sorts, but it’s amazing how something funny can lift your spirits, eh?

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Have you been listening to my Playlist today? The song I chose is in honor of my Dad. He recently got back ‘in the saddle’ after an injury to his ankle/foot. He enjoys riding these, like these dudes were doing last week, during a bike tour that included over one hundred motorcycles driving past my neighborhood. (yes. I counted them) It was cool!

But my Dad drives a touring cycle. A red Honda Goldwing. (Yeh. I think my Dad is cool)

A few years ago, he took off from Florida for a cross country road trip on his motorcycle, towing a camper, like this one.

He drove across country to the West Coast and up into Canada and Alaska. He lived a dream he had wanted to do for a long time. I am proud of my Dad for doing that. He and I are a lot a like, I think. Maybe I’ll even get to live out some of my own dreams like he has. He sure has inspired me.

A few months ago, he was injured on his Goldwing after being hit by a car. And a couple weeks ago, he was finally given the go ahead to get back on his bike again. He told me he was planning to only take a ride around the block, but ended up driving thirty miles. I bet it felt good to be back-in-the-saddle again, Dad.

Here’s to many exciting (but safe) journeys on the open road with wide open vistas, breathtaking views, and the wind at your back. (photo taken in West Central New Mexico at dusk)  

 

Dad, I know you check into my blog every so often. I keep hoping one day you might even leave a comment. I hope you enjoy this song and post.

Love ya.

From the Tower of,