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What About This . . .? 8.3.2017

You have got to dig the good times.
Quite a while ago I was walking down to get the mail. Like any good homeowner (and wife pleaser) I was gently kicking the twigs off our roadway. Not limbs, not branches, but the pencil-thin twigs that get caught under the car, make that scraping sound, and make you stop and clear them away because Rosalie thinks they might do the car some real damage. I was NOT kicking hard, never stubbed my toe, just sweeping the roadway clean of those tiny twigs.
By the time I got to the mailbox my knee was a little painful. By the time I was halfway back home the pain had increased significantly. At home with the mail I was limping.
That knee continued to plague me for several months pretty much non-stop. When it did finally stop hurting sharply and simmered down to a dull ache, almost being forgotten, I pulled a muscle group in my back, simply sweeping the shop floor of all things, and I was hurting all over again.
Ultimately recognizing the age-specific message Nature was send-ing, I concentrated on avoiding as many potentially injurious situations as possible: going slow; paying atten-tion; being ‘careful’ –– you know. And, for the last couple of weeks, I have been blessedly pain-, ache-, cut, bruise-, etc. –free.
It occurs to me that when I was a kid, when we were all kids, that state of painlessness, this new Nirvana-seeming state without the reminders of injury was natural then. Even when we were hurt, those hurts didn’t last long and healed almost as quickly. You were crushed on the gridiron Friday night; you were twisting at the dance on Saturday.
We, or at least I never considered how wonderful a completely pain-free existence is because as kids we lived within one almost perpetually.
As the seasons pass, more and more rapidly now, that existence slides away and those tiny aches and pains come faster, stay longer, and for reasons we can’t quite remember. And sooner or later they seem to become just another part of our everyday lives.
So when those all-too-infrequent days come along free from any nagging ache or pain, momentarily re-experiencing that rush of youth assuring us we can do just about anything we wish, STOP and dig those good times!
And don’t kick anything out of the roadway, ever, no matter what Rosalie says.