Whirlpool Sucks. And Other Things I Learned this Week

  • Never ride your scooter on the freeway in a tank top when you’re 62 years old. And when you have upper arms that, on a good day, flap around like fish out of water. Add whipping winds while you’re scooting at 50 mph and what you get is slapped silly by your own arms. I tell you, it’s not a pretty sight. Soon you’ll find yourself riding down the freeway with your arms pinned close to your sides so as not to cause a pile up when motorists look on in horror.
flappy arms

Okay, I changed my mind. Maybe my arms aren’t so bad after all

  • Do not attempt, on a Wednesday, to push your 153 lb. sister in a wheelchair DOWN Sacramento Street in San Francisco, especially after receiving the wrong directions to your destination. You will be on your heels the entire journey, mimicking one of those barefoot water skiers, in your attempt to prevent your sister from careening down a steep city street like Steve McQueen’s car in the movie, Bullitt. Now don’t get me wrong; what goes down must come up. All 153 lbs. UPHILL, in a wheelchair.
Bullit chase

Pretty much like this

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What Annoys Me

I’ll tell you what annoys me in 619 words. Now don’t get me wrong; that in no way adequately describes the depth of my annoyances. After all, even though I’m easy going most of the time, I’ve discovered I am, after all, human.

I hear we mellow with age but I wonder. In my case I believe “they” are wrong and I’d like to have a word with “them.” Actually, I think the key is the older I’ve become, the more comfortable I am with calling it like I see it. In my younger days I was more concerned about being a likeable young lady.

Anyway, I’ve just wasted 107 words so let’s get to those annoyances, okay?

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