Back yard blues

Pic; Before

Hey hey,

A few weeks ago we had a big clear out of the back yard. Weeds were pulled, grass was mowed and holes were dug ready for our summer deck plan to go full steam ahead... until that is Mike threw his back out trying to move a slab of old concrete path. Pic; After

He was in pain, physically of course, but the emotional pain of realising that hes not as young as he used to be really knocked him for six.

That same weekend our friend Lance threw his back out gardening... a couple of weeks before that our friend Richie broke his collar bone playing cricket, also our friend Rachel broke her coller bone in the same week.

commonality?

All doing what they have always done in the past, all teatering on the cusp of their mid thirties.

Weve all told our parents to hurry it up and bitched behind old peoples backs about how slow they are, but they are just scared of making a false move and braking a hip, all because of the shared revelation Mike had.

what I say is dont let that flight of stairs or that walk to the letterbox send you packing to the lazyboy. Feel the fear and do it anyway. So what if it means spending four hours in emergency room waiting for an x-ray cause you fell in a pot hole at twilight...sober. At least it makes for new conversation instead of the repetition. No fix yet on those pensioner moments.