Today it was misty/rainy and my knees ached every time I went up and down the stairs. I really don't love this my-body-as-weather report phenomenon. I'd like my body to shut up and stop nagging me to lose weight, go to the gym and take up pilates again. I have enough trouble coping with busy mind without chatty cathy body piping up every chance it gets. My body having a mind of its own means two minds trying to out yell each other, and I'd like a little peace and quiet, thank you very much. I do love the rain, though, and my foster granddaughter said the air smelled like flowers, and we traipsed around without raincoats or umbrellas (she refusing and me in solidarity). We colored as if our life depended on it, played the match up game many times (she beat me legitimately - old age memory loss) and dyed eggs. I now have extremely lovely pastel fingers, and she has an interesting spotted effect on her hands from markers.
So maybe I need a bath tonight, as hot as I can make it, and the old knees will sigh with relief, and fall into a doze. I'll not go up and down the stairs tonight to give them a break. But if that doesn't work, I'm going to pull out all the stops tomorrow and pretend I'm a twenty year old training for a long distance race. I can't take all this self expression from my body parts. They need to get in line, shape up or ship out. Oops! Maybe not ship out, as I do need them all, I just want them to grin and bear it. We're alive aren't we? Give me break! No, I didn't mean it, really I didn't.
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