Well, the snow has come and...stayed. We got about a foot, give or take, and yesterday I and my spine shovelled out the driveway and exposed the hidden concrete of the sidewalk. Peapod's roof is frosted with a hefty layer of white and the gutters, now clogged with frozen sludge, are bearded with dripping icicles.
I must be older, and in worse shape, than I was last year. This morning, my vertabrae were protesting, and the flaccid muscles in my side, so rudely awakened from their fattened slumber, were aching in disturbing ways that evoked images of lungs protruding from beneath my ribcage.
This year, like last year, I never quite got to the leaves before they vanished beneath the snow. But unlike last year, we had a series of terrific windy days in early November, so the leaves blew out of the yard, and were mostly piled up against the fence or atop the flower beds along the edge of the house. Our compost pile will suffer, but our lawn--such as it is--won't.
And unlike last year, the now-crunchy snow hasn't really perked up my contemplative winter soul, probably due to the large mugs of jittery graham-cracker coffee I've been pouring down my gullet. My long-suffering corpus, with its Expando-Gut™, its resultant aching feet, its strangely twitching musculature and its generally entropy-laden demeanor, has come to dominate my incarnative experience.
Whoa. Somebody get a stout club and beat that one back to the wordy hell from whence it came.
What I meant to say was that my body is distracting me with its aging. I can't seem to stop the process, and it's really quite annoying. If anyone has experienced this sort of thing themselves, do drop me a line and let me know how you've managed to stop it.
See, where I come from, no one ever gets old, or sick, or infirm, decay is nonexistent, and time itself is a plaything that makes for an amusing way to pass...well, it. This whole "physical world" thing you've all got going on here is really getting tedious. But, eventually I'll kick off, and then I can get back to lolling on the eternally green grass on the other side of the river, contemplating the sea of air.
MB hates to disappoint you, BUT...it's all downhill from wherever you are at in your life, luv...it will NOT improve with age; a fine wine, it ain't. Staving off the worst of it is the best you can hope for in regard to the "aging of the chassis".
Posted by: MommaBear | December 8, 2003 07:20 PM
No way, man! I plan to increase my athletic prowess each year that I am alive. Look for me in the 2030 Senior Olympics. I'll be the one doing the 500-yard backstroke and the triathlon and the pole vault. And that's just at the Summer Games!
Posted by: Valencia | December 10, 2003 04:28 PM