I'm rapidly becoming the old man I vowed never to be. When I wake up in the morning I take a silent inventory of what hurts. My back. My shoulder. My hip. I clear my throat with that same disgusting suck of snot my father used to do. I'm cranky and irritable. I'd just as soon go back to sleep.
Even into my forties I was an athlete. I played a 150 games of softball a summer and when I stopped doing that I practiced golf four hours a day. Although you'd never tell from the current state of my game. I ran. I lifted weights. I felt a dozen years younger than my age.
Yesterday we went out to the nine-hole pasture where we play our casual rounds, and everything hurt. It hurt to sit or stand or swing a club. I left a four-foot putt an inch short. My chips skittered short of the green. I made 34, a decent score for my skill level, but didn't enjoy a single moment. My mindset sucked. The other day at work I had chest pains and a stabbing pain on the right side of my face. I called my wife at lunch and she urged me to go to the doctor. I told I couldn't, because I'd get an occurence for leaving shift. My boss is a peach of a guy. We take 2000 calls a month, many of them from cranks and abusers and fools. When he does our monthly evaluation he pulls out our very worst customer survey of the month, and bases his evaluation on that. He's a head hunter, a despot, a fat man with tiny hands and a small mind. I'd like to choke him. I'd go real slow.
I should go to the gym and stretch my aches and wounds, but I'm going to go to bed and start this day over. This time I'll try to wake up on the right side of the bed. I'll have a little dish of ice cream and flip off a cop on the way to work. Maybe he'll shoot me.
Don't mind me, I'm only kidding. After all I'm just a grumpy old man. I have four days off starting tomorrow. Maybe I'll go hiking and clear my head.
Dad--
ReplyDeleteDon't make me start calling you prune head! But I'm glad to see you blogging again, didn't like the hiatus.
So update on the Applegate house....
Tom's good, been really busy, he can't tell me much but busy I know. He's pretty tired but liking all the love boxes me and the kids send him. We are looking forward to our trip to Italy next year when he gets back. Ethan is also good. Huge but good. He's been busy lately. Mary, our nanny, is almost done. She leaves next week. I've been trying to prepare him but so far I don't think he gets it. I might have to tell him she went on a trip because he understands that. After all Dad is on a trip. Two of the guys that were my fake sons are coming back for their R & R's soon so it will be nice for all of us to see them. Ethan was close to Uncle Reid and Long so it might get his mind off some stuff. Kourt is dancing. Lizzie is doing good too developing a schedule now.