Â I’m guessing that when 90% of you saw the title to this week’s ramblings, and you remembered I just turned 60,Â you got this little smirk on your face and every Viagra joke you’ve ever heard came streaming back. The next thought probably was “90% of the men in Florida are limp, so tell me something new!”.
That’s not the problem at all. I’d tell you to ask Jean, but she’s not one to kiss and tell, so you’ll have to take my word for it (or not…I really don’t care). Anyway, every once in while I catch myself limping. Maybe it’s like moving toÂ Tennessee from Michigan. If you hang around hillbillies long enough, sooner or later you start talking like a hillbilly. So maybe it’s just being here in Florida for a while. I go the grocery store during the day when the young people are working, and a good share of the people walking around are limping. I go to the YMCA three times a week and half of them are also limping. I run around the mobe park three times a week and most of the people I seeÂ are limping.
I’m not limping like Walter Brennan when he played Grandpa Amos in “The Real McCoys”, but it’s noticeable, at least to me. I really think it’s that pesky hip thing that’s been going on for a couple of months. I’ve been running three miles each time I go out and some days it doesn’t hurt as much as others. Sometimes it hurts on the bike and yesterday was one of those days. I rode 34 1/2 miles on a beautiful day. The weather is about to change, but yesterday it was around 73 degrees and sunny. There was a slight wind from the southeast at around 10 mph so I had to work to keep it at 15 mph going into itÂ and rode easy at 19 or 20Â on the way back. The hip hurt from the time I started until I finished and then ached most of the night.
There I go, whining again. I’ll stop!
I’ll be going back to Michigan for meetings on the 23rd and 27th of February and I’m in a quandary as to whether I’ll drive or fly. If I drive, I’ll have to have made the decision to stay for the rest of the winter. It’s cheaper for me to fly than to drive up and back alone.Â There’s a lot to do up there with moving into the condo and the CEO search at Pennock among other things. It would be easier to fill the Jeep with boxes than to put three or four at a time in Jean’s car.
I think Jean wants me home and I’d like to think it’s for companionship, but more than likely it’s to fix the things that she can’t and to carry my share of the attic junk up to the condo. She’s already had to have Bill come up and fix a broken basement window, Judy had to help her read the directions on how to program the garage door opener and Randall had to help her tighten down Becky’s bikeÂ seat. But it’s COLDÂ up there. I have the thermostat set at 65 or so hereÂ and I’m on the edge of being chilly. With the thermostat at 57 in Hastings, I can’t get warm enough except when I’m in bed. Then I have to force myself to get out from under the covers when nature calls.
I know I must be back for the regularÂ hospital board meeting on March 27thÂ and there will be a couple more meetings around April 17th that I can’t miss, so at best, I’d stay here until the third week in March and that would be it. If the Green Street house or the Crooked Lake cottage would sell, that would make the decision for me.
What to do, what to do, what to do? Every time I almost decide to close up the mobe and go back home, I step out into sunshine and fresh air and wonder what I was thinking. Besides, I’ve paid my YMCA dues until the 7th of April. You know how “thrifty” I am. I would lie awake at night knowing I was wasting money by not using the Y.
Just (Not Ready To Write Off Winter InÂ The Mobe Yet) Jack