After two days of painting and climbing up and down the stepladder, my bones are creaking and my muscles are screaming. There is no getting around it. This happens every time I work on a project around the house, or put on a yard sale, or work in the yard. I can plan on taking two Aleve at the end of the day.
When I was young I could run, play baseball, climb trees and do acrobatics without so much as a hint of an ache. Didn't we all? And, I can tell you...I NEVER, EVER gave old age a thought! Eegads, who of us thought we'd ever be in our 60's or our 70's and beyond? Those were just big numbers that surely didn't apply to the likes of us! And, Goodness, did we ever dream we'd be married to an old person? Not even!
Well, here's a rude awakening ~ everyone who lives long enough gets old! Pretty profound, isn't it? We need to get over it. If we need to struggle to bend over and struggle more to get back up, well, that's the way it is. "Live with it, Grace," I tell myself. Heavens to Betsy, my only other choice is to sit in my rocker and do nothing and live in fear of each ache and pain. No sirree, not this Grandma! I am much too stubborn and I even have a nasty streak of independence that shouts out, "Outta my way, I've got too many things to do!" No matter what. So there you have it...I am officially off my rocker!