Too Old - A RePost

 

My hot blogging buddy Hope, of Hope Radio, accused me in the comments of my last post of being a big kid. When it comes to my grandkids, I guess I can be a little eccentric. But her comment did remind me of a post I did when I first started blogging. I believe it was my second post in August of 2006. So I thought I would post it again so you can see, as in the movie theater incident, how I get myself into stuff. We were at the Burger King (by the way, isn’t the burger king the scariest looking thing ever that could send kids into therapy before they are 10?) for breakfast. So here goes:

Marni keeps telling me to start putting things on this post. She says to put stuff on here about my Navy experiences, what life was like in the 60’s and 70’s (probably before most of the people she blogs with were born – I know they now teach part of my experiences in history class) and things the grandkids do and say. First of all I can’t think of anything that would interest any of you. If you have questions, ask. But most of all I cannot imagine anyone even reading this. Other than Marni, Beth and Page (my nieces,) I do not know anyone who even knows how to turn a computer on, much less blog.

I’ll start out by telling you about an experience I had with the J-Man and Bug. Judy, the kids and I went to Burger King this past Sunday for a gourmet breakfast. The kids went into the play room to climb through the huge tunnels and slides that are there for the kids. After we ate, the kids went back into the maze to play some more. They made it sound to fun – J-Man was in one orb on springs and moved as he did, and Bug was in the other orb. It looked like so much fun I decided to join them.

Well, going through the opening with the different levels to crawl up through to get to the top was out. I can’t even turn sideways anymore without stiffness. And to have to do all the serpentine twisting and climbing to get to the top was out of the question - maybe even out of reality. So, instead, I went up through the slide. OMG! It had to take five minuets to get to the top. It’s hard to my 62 year old, 6’3’, 210 pound body to climb up that hole – and on my knees, too.

I finally made it to the top. Thank God there was a place to stretch out. I was breathing hard, my knees and upper shins were scrapped, peeling and bleeding and all I could do was lean back against the top of the slide and stick my legs though the approach tunnel. Bug was laughing and calling J-Man to come look at Paw Paw. I had intended to crawl though the tunnels and visit each of the orbs, but… there isn’t anything in this world that could have gotten me though those tunnels. If the store was on fire and that was the only way out, I would definitely be a crispy critter. I tired, but after several attempts, I had to give up and go back down.

Yea, right! It took another five minutes of twisting and pulling my legs up under my chin before I was able to get turned around and go back down the slide – which isn’t easy either. The turns are leveled so that the kids and adult idiots won’t pickup speed when they exit at the bottom.

I finally got out into the open world, and I walked, stooped over, to Me Maw, who was just looking at me like I’m nuts, shaking her head and laughing. I’m luck she didn’t leave in the car and make me walk home. If it hadn’t been for the kids laughing and jumping around me, she probably would have.

But they were having so much fun. Whey didn’t they have shit like that when I was a kid. All I had was tire-swings and rope swings out over the Chattahoochee River.