I decided to go take Wednesday off work to go out to Cloverdale and visit with my mother. I even left the dog at home so I could concentrate on visiting, and not dog-wrangling. (Jasper & Justice play nicely together, but Justice is prone to wandering off if not supervised — she’s an explorer!)
So, they got a trampoline a few months ago, and it’s many funs, at least 17 funs. Last time I was out, I taught Carol Ann how to do somersaults — how does a kid make it to 8 without having done a somersault before? Anyway, she’s figured those out now, and so we’re working on getting her to be able to do flips on the trampoline. Of course, the only way I know how to teach something is to demonstrate it, and therefore did many, many trampoline flips. What’s the big deal? I used to do these ALL THE TIME when I was a kid, my best friend had a trampoline and we’d spend hours flinging ourselves around all crazy-like.
Right. Except that was TWENTY YEARS AGO. I’ve been having a bit of pain in my tailbone lately, and holy fucking hell does it ever hurt today. I hope it’s just bruised, because ow ow ow, my ass! My precious ass! It goes along with painful joints and an extremely stiff neck. I took a muscle relaxant this morning, and it helped in that I can turn my neck, but I’m still sitting extremely still to avoid aggravating anything else.
Shit. I thought thirty was young?
Yeah, just wait until you’re 41.