coming out of my shell

coming out of my shell

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Settle down or someone is going to get hurt

I thought I broke my damn toe the other day. It's not the worst in the grand scheme of bad things; however, walking and biking are a big part of my daily routine. Right now it is black and blue and a little sore, but I can bend it so I think it is okay. Yay!

How did I do it?  Well, I am in the habit of racing my little grandson, N, from the front door to the car when he leaves our house. It started out more of a command performance than a habit. Now it is a simple joy. As he is leaving he looks at me with those big brown eyes and exclaims "Race you, Grandma!" I can't resist. I have only won once or twice because he is much faster than me.  But I run for the joy of the race. 

My husband, T, was amused and wondered out loud if I have reached that age where I should stop acting like a child. Sorry honey, but as long as that little boy wants to race me, I'm gonna run.



24 comments:

  1. I wonder why we give up childhood activities and delights? Such a shame.

    Last fall I thought I had broken my pinky toe but it turned out that I had done ligament damage instead. Unfortunately that takes much longer to heal. I hope yours heals quickly and you are back in the race soon.

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    1. Thanks 8thday, I'm sure it will be fine. I could run if I had to!

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  2. Oh, that's so sweet. A sore toe is a small price to pay for the joy you get from playing with your grandson.

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  3. Ouch! And what a joy to have a young grandson!!

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  4. Oh Colette. How wonderful. I hope he remembers that and does it with his grandkids too.

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    1. Good thought!!! I hope for both those things, too.

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  5. A broken toe is no fun. If it turned black it is probably broken even if you can wiggle it. Not much can be done for it though. If your toe can take keep on racing your grandson. You are building beautiful memories.

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  6. Yikes! I hope yours isn't broken, but regardless, I've heard the doctors can't really fix broken toes anyway. I think they have to just heal on their own. (The toes, that is.)

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    1. It sure hurt when it happened, but the pain hasn't lingered. I think I just jammed it really good. Loved the annual poppies in your recent post.

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  7. Hope the toe heals, racing the Grand sounds like Pure Joy, so why stop, I agree!!!

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    1. Ha! We would have had so much fun together as teenagers.

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  8. Ah, the joy of having youngsters around

    Hope you heal fast. Here's to child-like glee.

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    1. I am healing quite fast. As to the child-like glee, I just can't get enough of it. I just wish I was younger and more agile so I could be a formidable opponent for him. Of course, he's probably happy I can't beat him.

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  9. I broke toes because of children, not grandchildren. Of course, it's been twenty years since I raced one, too.

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    1. Twenty years ago I could have won every race! Those were the days.

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  10. You see! Ten comments ahead of me. Wasn't I eleventh last time? All you can say about that figure is it's an easy multiplication table.

    A black and blue big toe nail. You know what portends, don't you? Its oh-so-gradual loss. Takes weeks if not months as the alien colours - mementoes of your heroic athleticism - move so-o-o slowly towards the toe tip. No ballet-dancing for you in the interim. Dream instead of Moira Shearer (one of my very first loves) in The Red Shoes.

    All very well this sporty stuff with N but you don't want him growing up to be a jock. Just round the corner, his next birthday, your readings from The Anatomy of Melancholy should begin, lasting to his next birthday when you start in on Principia Mathematica. Make sure he doesn't sneak in on either of these books and find out how they end.

    One other thing: keep N well away from Sillitoe's The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner. And yourself for that matter. It's not what it seems. It's not only subversive it's positively left wing.

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    1. I would be so happy for N to become whatever he is. Grandma's are like that.

      Now I am dying to read The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner. I suppose that was your intention, though, in discouraging me from reading it.

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  11. It's always fun to play with the grandkids, even when you wind up with a booboo! Glad you are healing well. Keep having fun and run!

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  12. In Germany, people buy personal liability insurance by the time their kids start kindergarden just in case, to cover anything from a crayon frenzy on an ikea sofa to causing grandmothers to break their toes.

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