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Over a year ago, I began having trouble with getting up after sitting for a long time. Well, shoot - that's to be expected when one is over 50 (and then some). Wrong. I ignored it for quite some time. After all, what's a little discomfort getting up and finding one needs to work the kinks out a bit before walking naturally. Wrong. Then came the push to get in better shape after I retired in Dec of 07. Daily dates with the treadmill, adding weights to the daily routine. Still had trouble getting up after sitting for a long time...then the long time became short periods of time. No problem. That's to be expected when is over 50 and working out daily. Wrong. Finally the truth had to be faced - there is something wrong here. Visited the doctor - and sure enough, inflammed hip. A little shot and 800mg of ibuprofen x 3 daily. Just before leaving, the doc mentioned massage therapy might help. Uh huh. Sure thing. I'm all for a relaxing time but for a hip pro

Retirement surely does have its benefits....like grandson age 3 1/2 who spent today watching grandma. While this isn't an unusual occurrence , each day he spends with me is so very special. We've explored Boonshoft Museum of Discovery (great place for kids!), we've spent time at every McDonalds that has an indoor playground, we've taken walks and we've blown bubbles in the wind. Each day is different - each day becomes my favorite day. Today was no exception. We walked to McDonalds and stopped various times to pick the tiniest of flowers, watch an ant crawl across the sidewalk and counted the big rocks we saw. After getting our meals, we found a place in the playground area. Grandson would bite off a bit of the chicken nuggets, swallow & then run off to the play area. After thirty minutes plus, I issued the ultimate warning - three more times he could go back to the play area. I was prepared for tears and protests when the third time would arrive. Th

I have come to the conclusion that I am not comfortable with change - at least not multiple changes. In Dec 07 I retired after 32+ years. In Feb 08, Riley took a job in Iraq. Two monumental events and now months later I find myself becoming somewhat at odds with myself. I worked in an office where there was a lot of communication. My entire day was spent talking - phone, email or good ole fashioned person-to-person (which seems to be a lost art - conversation between two people). I would have lunch a couple of times a month with friends or coworkers (oh yes, there is a difference there). At the end of the day, I would have my closest friend, my husband, to converse with on the way home and sometimes throughout the evening. It's been a startling revelation to discover that my life is no longer one of spending time with others - and I've found that being alone 7/24 is difficult at times. It was enough to spend five days a week talking to people and now that's gone. It