Getting Old...

Friday night was bad. I went to sleep around 10:00 PM, but woke up just after midnight. Try as I might, I could not get to sleep until after 4:00 AM. As a result, I slept in until an astounding 9:30 AM!

So, somewhat abashed, I shaved and showered, and then I took off on today's main errand, going to the cable company and dropping off the cable box Jake and Carla had rented. I stopped at Larry's Coney Island on the way home for breakfast. I will need fuel for today's main project, helping Jake and Carla to clean out the storage unit they rented and taking all the stuff to their house.

So, about 1:00 PM, A huge (27 foot) U-Haul truck pulled into my yard driven by "Bubba" the crazed long-haul trucker (AKA Jake), followed by Carla in the car. Jake took apart their bed and we loaded it, along with a few items I had assembled for them. Now we are off to the storage unit.

My friend B___ is constantly bemoaning the fact that he has gotten old. I listen kindheartedly, but somehow cannot really relate as there is nothing I cannot do today that I could not do when I was younger, I just hurt more the day after. But, today was different!

I don't know if it was the heat, the concrete floor, the long walk down the hallway out to the truck or the angled metal ramp and step-up into the truck, but before half the stuff was loaded, both my knees and my left hip totally gave out! All I could do was sit there like a dork while they loaded up the rest. And, when we got to their house, it was more of the same. I did manage to help Jake get the couch inside (the one thing Carla couldn't lift) but I was basically useless baggage.

We took the truck back, and then they dropped me off at home and grabbed more stuff from the house before leaving around 4:30 PM. I was hot, embarrassed (hey, I never had my strength give out before, okay?), sweaty and beat, so I took a shower and then told Scruffy I was headed for bed and a nap. He decided to join me at the foot of the bed and was asleep in about two minutes. I, on the other hand, read my book, but didn't sleep.

I gave up and got up around 7:00 PM and limped into the kitchen. I put some cut-up redskin potatoes and two small peeled onions in a pot, then some sauerkraut from a bag and finally a biased-cut smoked sausage. I turned it on high, then down to simmer when it came up to a boil. I went downstairs and folded the load of laundry I'd washed in the morning.

I ate dinner, then watched TV and finally dozed off and on from about 9:00 PM. I got up at 12:30 AM to clean up the kitchen and write this post. Now I am headed back for bed and (hopefully) go to sleep.

This was NOT my finest hour or day. B___ is right! Getting old is a bitch!!