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SHUFFLE and PUTZ

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I Have long been in what is sometimes referred to as My Autumn Years. And I have no problem with that terminology at this stage in my life.  However, as I have now grown older, and looking back on my thoughts and feelings as I aged, I thought it might be fun just too share some of them with you.

One of the things I noticed about older people is the way in which they walk. From my observations I saw that invariably they took shorter steps i.e. they did not seem to take a full stride. This was more pronounced when the person in question was using a cane or a walker. So, their gait could best be described more as a shuffle than a walk.

About fifteen years ago, I was admitted to hospital due to severe dehydration. I was in bed for about four days with round the clock IV’s replenishing fluids to my system. On the fifth day I was allowed out of bed. To my surprise, I found I could not stand or walk without support. This state did not pass quickly and with the help of therapists I had to learn how to walk again.

Since I am retired, I have quite a bit of time on my hands. Therefore, I spend my time doing what is sometimes termed putzing.  I like to putz in my garage and even in my home office. If in the garage, it comes down to cleaning, maintaining reorganizing tools, oils, grease, paints, etc.   And, in my home office, it is curating the thousands of

 photographs I have accumulated, cataloguing CDs and DVDs.

In more recent times I was taking shorter steps, and my own gait had turned into a shuffle. I noticed this first walking backwards and forwards in my garage when putting a tool away or moving a can of paint to a different shelf, all the while navigating boxes of who knows what on my garage floor.

To remedy this, I enrolled in a Sliver Sneakers program at my local community center. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I go there to walk and indoor track for about an hour. I follow this with an hour session of group led chair yoga. So far, it’s working well for me.

I wonder if this experience resonates with you.

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Author: Cethru Cellophane

I have reached the regrettable realization that I may have squandered my life. I did a quick count recently and figured that I have visited about 66 countries, and lived for more than 3 years in 3 of them. During this time I completed 14 corporate moves (relocations) and have changed my address more than 23 times. I should have settled on a profession that would have kept me in one place with no packing and unpacking. When I think of the time I have spent bundling my life into and out of boxes. Ah well, it's all water under the bridge. But I am grateful for the experience. At the end of the day I will be able to say with a certain authority, "been there, done that". A note about this site’s Header Image The Header image for this site is of the Smith Avenue High Bridge. The bridge was built in 1889 and carries Minnesota State Highway 149 across its span of 2770 feet, 160 feet above the mighty Mississippi River. The picture was taken from the river looking to the north-east and downtown Saint Paul. The bridge is about 1040 miles from New Orleans. One of the reasons I like this view is that I come from a city which has a spectacular bridge. It’s the Clifton Suspension Bridge http://www.ikbrunel.org.uk/clifton-suspension-bridge which spans the Avon Gorge and the River Avon in Bristol, U.K. It’s about 1350 feet long and stands 245 feet above the river below. Sadly it has claimed the lives of more than 400 people who have committed suicide by jumping from the bridge. As a side note, not all attempts were successful. two small girls thrown off the bridge by their deranged father survived the fall when they were fished from the river by the crew of a passing pilot boat. The bridge was opened in 1864 and was designed by the 24 year old architect, Isambard Kingdom brunel. It took 35 years to complete.

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  1. paulh121's avatar

    After having reconstructive surgery on my left foot because four broken bones didn’t heal in over two years I wasn’t able to walk for at all for 17 weeks.
    That was a couple of years ago now and I’ve never got back to the way things used to be.
    I now also have to deal with pain in many other places.
    ‘Getting old never comes alone’ as my Grandmother used to say to me when I was a small child seems particularly fitting.
    I used to walk really quickly, now when I think I’m walking quickly I realise I’m being easily passed by young men and women who are just walking casually ffs lol 😂

    For all the aches and pains though getting older is a privilege many won’t know and so I do my best to feel blessed as often as possible . . . 👨🏼‍🦯

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