Wearing the Shoes
Dear Das Boot:
This is so hard to say after our close, long-term relationship, but ... I don't need you anymore. It's not you, it's me. I need to stand on my own. Aww, don't cry, baby. We've had our time, but now it's time to renew some old acquaintances with my friends Chuck and Chuck below. Sorry. Keep in touch, ok?
Taking the Stairs
Taking the Stairs
Up the down staircase, that's me. A landmark today was that I actually walked up my front walk and stairs! Just don't ask me to go DOWN the stairs, because gravity is a bitch.
Wielding the Cane
I am no longer 112 years old! Now I'm merely in the retirement age range -- i.e. I no longer use a walker but a cane (and, you know, wheelchair for long tours). Jaunty, no? Now all I need is my new top hat and tails, and we're off. (Semi-)Vertical at last!
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