So yesterday was the monthly role-playing game. Steve hosted in his condo in the City. I took BART in and walked the six or so blocks to his place. I was feeling pretty good.
During the game, I sat on his couch next to the dining room table, so that I would have a cushioned seat. I iced my back twice with a session of heating pad in the middle when things got uncomfortable. Then afterwards John, Scott, and I walked swiftly back to BART because there were fireworks going off at AT&T Park, and we wanted to beat the Giants fans to the train.
We did just walk, but today I’m a bit stiff. Probably just due to the total distance.
I wished my mom a happy Mother’s Day, and asked to postpone our Mother’s Day time for one week. I just didn’t think I’d be very good company.
Then I called my grandmother who’s in the hospital in Kentucky. She sounded pretty good, and was finishing up lunch. The fare sounded pretty good with soup, a Benedictine sandwich, and a dietary cheesecake. A far cry from the Jell-O you tend to hear about.
She asked if I was going to see my mother, and I briefly had to explain my circumstances. I glossed over them, because I may be stiff, but I’m not in the hospital. Or nearly 95 years of age.
So Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers out there.