1. Ride in the open bed of a pickup truck. It is hard to believe that this was once considered a safe thing to do, in this day and age when seat belts are required to be worn inside vehicles.
2. Stand on my head. I never did this very well, even when I could do it.
3. Jog. While there are family members who embrace this activity, I could only do it for short distances, very short. After a recent test report, I now know not to do it. Walking is fine, jogging is not.
4. Travel while holding a white rat in a shoe box placed on my lap. That is a story for another time.
5. Have a conversation with my mother. She is in the late stages of Alzheimer's and cannot hear or speak much at all. Even writing with a large marking tool on my iPad is no longer as efficacious.
6. Try to sunbathe on the beach or anywhere else. I never was one to do much of this, but protecting my skin from the harm of the sun's rays is doctor's orders.
7. Sing a solo. As I remember, I have only sung one solo, and that was years ago. Now I don't even sing with a choir due to what seems to be an allergy related cough.
8. Get a permanent. My mother gave me a permanent when I was in the sixth grade. That was enough of that for me. I had slightly curly hair then, and the home permanent she gave me turned my curls into what would have been considered tight Orphan Annie curls. That was not the style then.
9. Walk on a balance beam that is four feet from the floor. Although I could trepidatiously do this once, you will not see me doing this on a YouTube video proving what an older lady can do, rather can't do.
10. Ride a bike. While I can still get on and off a stationary bike, it would be best to just walk alongside a bike outdoors, and what fun is that!
I fondly remember riding in the back of a pickup truck, although I'd never do it again, either. Same with the perm. I can still smell the solution, but wow, I put up with that a lot back in the day. Um. To your "riding with white rat in a shoe box placed on my lap..." did one of your children have a rat as a pet? I had a pet rat named Pip Squeak in fourth grade and wow did I love her. My parents were less thrilled, especially when my brothers and I decided to breed them. That didn't last very long. :) Thanks for joining again, after the chaos of me not being around! So appreciate it!
ReplyDeleteNone of our kids had a pet rat, but another girl and I were doing some behavior experimentation with white rats in high school. Over the holidays the teacher said we needed to take the rats home. I made the mistake of taking a rat home. That is another story. Oh, BTW, the rat got loose and bred with some farm rats in the barn.
DeleteI agree that the smell of the permanent solutions were terrible back then.
Sorry you and your mom aren't able to communicate anymore. :-( I know that has got to be hard. And I know what you mean about that allergy cough. I can't seem to reach the voice I use to have. You know when you sing from your diaphragm, I'm going to plan in on allergies too. It's seems like I have a couple good months out of the year without a cough or throat clearing. I can't even imagine what happened with the rat. I look forward to the future story.
ReplyDeleteI have several good rat stories, come to think about it. I just need to write some of them. :-)
DeleteYep, a couple of good months a year without a cough and throat clearing describes me too.
Oh and I'm happy to read that this is one of your favorite prompts. Mine too when I'm prepared ;-)
DeleteI'm so sorry about #5. I know that's a can't and not a won't, but gosh, I hope you get another conversation or 200. I would love a blog post about the white rat!
ReplyDeleteI haven't been able to stand on my head in years and it took me YEARS for my last perm (6th grade) to grow out, so I'm done with those for life!
It is so interesting to me to see how many things we bloggers have in common, like both of us having a bad experience with a perm in the 6th grade.
DeleteAs for getting "another conversation or 200," it would be a miracle if she could even say another 200 words. It has to be so frustrating for her not to be able to talk, but at this point perhaps she doesn't even know she once could communicate.
Although I would love to ride in the back of a pickup truck...but as long as the speed of the truck is minimum :P
ReplyDeleteI am curious though on," Travel while holding a white rat in a shoe box placed on my lap" Would love to read it :)
The driver of the pickup drove at a safe speed, especially since he was driving on a bumpy gravelly road with a load of elementary children in the back.
DeleteI guess I'd better share that white rat story sometime in a post. :-)