Happy Birthday, Carrot
My poor sister.
She came for a visit and promptly got sick.
And it’s her birthday!
And it was nearly 70 degrees here in Buffalo.
Which felt great.
I struggled at the end of the week as my hip went south on Wednesday, and took my legs and back with them.
I needed a massage, and my people scheduled it for me. I got ready to go, threw a few passes for Ollie and it hit me.
I could head out in shorts and a tee-shirt.
Thoughts of golf creeped in (while my body felt like the tin man).
Tried to figure out how old Carrie is now. She doesn’t want me to advertise it, but suffice it to say that I can’t believe that the youngest of us all is that freaking old!
The massage worked.
The poor therapist was very skilled, and she wondered how I could get my body in such a state.
Happens as we get older, I guess.
When we were growing up, I knew that if Carrie got sick I would get sick soon after.
Anywhoha…
…moving better…
…it was great to see the sun…
…and Happy Birthday, Carrot…
…we love you.
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