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Carol Perkins: Travelling with friends

We may not be as energetic as we once were but as long as we can put one foot in front of the other, we'll try to keep moving.

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By Carol Perkins

For months we had been planning our annual beach trip. The week before the trip, I spent most of it in a doctor's office or at my chiropractor's office trying to get my bad knee (the one I need to be replaced) in good enough shape to walk from the house to the car without limping. No matter the number of shots or the adjustments or the dry needling or the massages I had, the knee just refuses to give me a break. "What's wrong with your knee?" meaningful friends ask when I'm holding the side of a wall to get from one room to the next? The only thing keeping me out of surgery is time and Time has just about caught up to me. My knee is my enemy.

My friend Judy fell out her back door-twice a few days ago. She hung her Go Walks and fell face first on concrete. She found the leg of a chair to pull herself up on, went back into the house, changed clothes, and did the same thing again. This time she bent back the toes on one foot leaving them black. Nothing was broken but they sure don't walk like good toes do. "I went to the bank and almost fell again." Is this an omen?

Connie came down to the bicentennial celebration and being with so many people put her in a panic mode. "I haven't been around that many people since I left school and all talking at once. I went to bed for two days." How will she cope with all of us, especially since she has a new hearing aid?

Guy says we better count our blessings because he doesn't think we're going to be able to go much longer. "You may go but you're going to have to rent a room overlooking the beach in an adult living facility where someone can take care of you all." He has a point.

When I was younger I focused on sunscreen, sunglasses, a beach umbrella, a good book, and flipflops. Now I make sure I have my CPAC machine, my medicines, some Ben Gay, and an aspirin. I once had my cassette player; now I have my Kindle. Once I thought of walking along the beach; not I worry I can't walk down the ramp to the beach. I sure don't get in the water because once I get in; I can't get out because of the shelf left by the sand. It is embarrassing.

Connie, Judy, and I have been friends long before we can remember. We have been traveling together for over forty years. They love the beach; I go because they do. We may not be as energetic as we once were but as long as we can put one foot in front of the other, we'll try to keep moving. Even Judy's blue toes won't hold her back.

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