Decay
Old Mine Building
My friend and I have coffee fairly often. We have many common interests, from DU Lacrosse to politics,spirituality, motorcycles, and bicycles to name a few. He plays pickleball, I don’t. I write, he doesn’t. We have fun.
We do find ourselves discussing our health care issues. He is coming off his second knee replacement. I have only had one. He needs a prostate ream job, I had one. He has had bypass surgery, I have high blood pressure. Even though he is fairly nuts, I don’t think he has ADD. Poor guy.
He is a year younger than I am, but I look better. We are both getting a bit on in years. Both retired, we have active, engaged lives. It’s good to share this time of life with another old dude. That health care thing does loom. Things do not work as well as they used to. The night before last I sustained a sleeping injury. I rolled over and Ow, Ow. My bad back did not like that particular motion.
Now what is that about? A stupid sleeping injury! Hiking, motorcycling, bicycling, home maintenance projects, at work, yes, but sleeping? Carol had a reading injury (wrist) but at least she was awake doing something. This is getting serious. Should I just stay in bed, not get up? Well, no that’s where I hurt myself. If I walk I might fall. If I drive, I might get a ticket. If I stay in my chair, I’ll get fat. There is no way out.
How did I get myself in this fix? I have always been something of a risk taker. I climbed fourteeners. I did both dirt and canyons on my motorcycle. I scrambled around in the slickrock desert alone. I jeeped over 13000 feet high passes alone. I bicycled in ten degree temperature weather on the ice to get to work. Now I hurt myself sleeping.
I am going to leave this coffee shop, drive up to Gilpin county, and go hiking.
Later. I went to Gilpin County, hiked and jeeped. I whacked my head on a low door frame in an old mine building, so now I have a scalp laceration. Some days.