I grumble often about being old. I need to stop that, I’m alive and breathing well, aren’t I?
And I’m moving. I thank my pal Johnny Walker for that this past few years. He hasn’t failed me.
Johnny Walker blue. An original, by God.
I can stand. My legs are sturdy. My spine, however, suffered a great deal because of the TIA series, so standing tall on my own unassisted or with a cane isn’t a happening thing.
It’s so ridiculous that I need to relegate myself to a wheelchair outside and let Tigger drive – or, in lieu of him, medical transport to CAHN. Why? Topographically, we’re not on flat land. Our yard rolls. Even the pavement is sketchy at best for someone in my situation.
I don’t have to go anywhere until late October.
Praise the lord and pass the Johnny Walker!