Apparently I've been living wrong for my entire life. At least that's what my physical therapist says. And I need to change before it's too late. It all started when I tried to lift the trailer tongue using an incorrect method. I knew it was wrong, but I've been doing it wrong for years. But this time something deep inside my lower back went boooiiinnngggg and I knew I had a problem.
So now I need to learn anew how to do simply daily tasks without using my lower back. Drop a pencil? Deep curtsey to retrieve. Need to get out of bed? Roll to your side, swing legs over the edge and pivot to a sitting position? Want to spit out toothpaste? Hold on to sink front and bend at the hips and knees to provide an adequate angle of attack. Simon says to touch your toes? Just say no! Most of all, contrary to what may be considered polite in society, therapist says not to be shy. Save the back by sticking out the derriere and bending at the hips.
[think "Sir Mix-a-lot"]
... then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout!
Michael got back
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
If you love something, set it free.
When Sharon and I were dating - let's call it spring of 1986 - we took on a small side job packing the stuff of an artsy kind of guy for his impending move. We arrived bearing boxes, tape, and packing paper. And after a long day of packing, we left with sore muscles, some cash in our pocket and several excess "door prizes" that have followed us thru our married life.
The items in question included "the weeds" - a clump of woody stems that were roughly six feet tall that we moved to Florida and MAY have even moved back. They were lovingly displayed in the corner behind the couch or behind the television or some other appropriate corner. Also some wicker something - I forget what, but I picture wicker.
But the real story was the pieces of glass. It was approximately four feet square and three-quarters of an inch thick - and weighed seventy pounds or so. We wrapped it up and somehow schlepped it into the basement of our Baltimore apartment. Then we schlepped it to Florida where it sat in Sharon's parent's garage. It then traveled to our garage on Bayharbor Terrace, to our shed on Kelbaugh road and finally to the garage at Gracerock.
And now we've decided that, after twenty-six years of togetherness, it's time to set the glass free. As in "free to good home - one heavy-ass piece of glass that is both well-traveled and well-seasoned". First come, first served. Bring a friend to help you load.
The items in question included "the weeds" - a clump of woody stems that were roughly six feet tall that we moved to Florida and MAY have even moved back. They were lovingly displayed in the corner behind the couch or behind the television or some other appropriate corner. Also some wicker something - I forget what, but I picture wicker.
But the real story was the pieces of glass. It was approximately four feet square and three-quarters of an inch thick - and weighed seventy pounds or so. We wrapped it up and somehow schlepped it into the basement of our Baltimore apartment. Then we schlepped it to Florida where it sat in Sharon's parent's garage. It then traveled to our garage on Bayharbor Terrace, to our shed on Kelbaugh road and finally to the garage at Gracerock.
And now we've decided that, after twenty-six years of togetherness, it's time to set the glass free. As in "free to good home - one heavy-ass piece of glass that is both well-traveled and well-seasoned". First come, first served. Bring a friend to help you load.
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