There was a time in my life when all my friends were having Bar Mitzvahs/Bat Mitsvahs, one by one. Then—we were losing our virginity. Having kids. Buying houses. (I’m old enough to remember when it was possible for relatively young people with moderate incomes could buy a house!). Now, it seems like we’re all having knee replacements. And so am I. tomorrow. Today, most likely, by the time you read this. Or yesterday.
Which is to explain why I may not be posting much for a week or so. We’ll see. I was raised by an overstressed single mother, and when I had to stay home from school with some illness, she saw that as an opportunity to give me a list of chores. “As long as you’re home, why don’t you vacuum the living room?”
I don’t want to do that to myself. So I’m resisting the urge to tell myself, “As long as you’re laid up in bed recovering, why don’t you use the time to write?” Maybe I will, but maybe I’ll be floating and dozing on Oxycodone and better not to. In any case, I’m hopeful that I’ll be back writing, walking, gardening, and capable of kicking ass very soon!
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