My attempts to be positive, exercise, and live a normal life are waning. Someone who doesn't have epilepsy, fibromyalgia, osteoarthritis, osteoporosis, degenerative disc disease, ulcers, hiatial hernias, poor eyesight, and is damn near deaf will appreciate this. So, if you can't identify with any of these just pass this up.
Not to be outdone at missing several of the Cherry Blossom Festival events due to one thing or another, it was a beautiful morning so I huffed and puffed trying to get my clothes on, put on my face, put on my socks and tie my shoes, decide if I needed a jacket, be sure I had my phone and hearing aids, and finally after mentally scratching off my list, I headed out the door to walk up the hill to the UMCH to see what was in store for all the kiddies in Macon today.
As I got up the hill, I think to myself, you know, I really need a hair cut so I decided to go into the beauty shop and make an appointment. The beauty shop is in the same building as the pool. After making my appointment, I thought, hummm.....I'm gonna check out the temperature of the pool to make absolutely sure it's warm enough for me, should I actually ever get up the energy and nerve to put on a bathing suit and go there.
I poked my head in the door. Good! It's empty. I crept up to the pool and bent over at the steps where there was a handle to hold on to should I get dizzy and fall. With much stretching and pulling of every muscle in my body, I reached down into the pool. Yep, perfect.
As I straightened up, something fell out of my pocket into the water. Oh #%@! My coveted old flip phone with every phone number for everybody I know in this world, including all my old friends, old doctors, new doctors, old family, new family, hearing aid places, eye glass places, and people I no longer even know, neatly archived in it, was on the LAST step. The deepest one! Now the pool is about 4 1/2 ft. deep, so do the math. I'm 5' 5 1/2" tall.
I stared at my phone thinking to myself, you need to get that out of there NOW! Again, I held on, bent over as far as my hand would go. It was a long way from my phone. Now, I have to make a conscious decision to take off my sweater, roll up my capri's as far as I could get them, take off the socks and shoes I had tried so hard to get on, roll up the short sleeves of my shirt, and step down those stairs to retrieve my phone. It wasn't pretty. Each foot had a Dr. Scholls corn pad between two hammer toes, but I had to go back into the beauty shop, tell her what had happened, and ask for a towel. Did I mention the shop was full of ladies?
Not to be outdone, I strolled out of there with my dripping flip phone, hopefully waving it in the sunlight so it could dry out, and went over the my original destination, the UMCH festivities, and enjoyed the sights of a bazillion kids climbing rocks, jumping on blow ups, and playing everywhere.
Back home and now, I'm all "het" up, and the sweater comes off, the shoes and socks off, the phone is in a bag of rice (suggested by one of the ladies in the beauty shop) and as far as attending the Cherry Blossom Festival, I'm done. Maybe next year.
