Old and Sassy

Old and Sassy 

A poem.  

Or a story.  

Or three little stories. 

Whatever…

Written 50 pounds ago. 

(Yes I measure time by pounds not hours) 

 

A couple of weeks ago it was a bright sunshiny day. I was cleaning out my car. So I was making trip after trip (after trip after trip)  from my car to my house. And along the path there were two places where I could see myself. My reflection in the window and also my shadow on the wall. And every time I passed them by I smiled. I thought my reflection aind my shadow looked fantastic. I had a bounce in my step I had music playing in my ear. I was humming and loving the balance. Feeling fantastic and feeling like I looked good. In my shadow my sweater swept behind me and my hair made a halo around my head. And the more I thought about it the sassier my walk got. My hips were swaying. And once I noticed in my reflection that my hips were swaying… I decided to put a little more effort into it. A bigger sway. More intentional. Look at my hips move. I am fierce and sexy!

At that moment I turned to go back to my car and… Ouch! I completely twisted my knee. Hard enough that I plopped myself down on the ground for just a minute. Now my knees have given me trouble off and on for years so it doesn’t come as a huge surprise. But it did kind of make me laugh. Here I am feeling so good and then… Boom. But it’s OK. I laughed it off. Not going to stop me

Just a couple of days later I went to go see my son in a parade. I was wearing Tom’s that  don’t give a lot of support to your feet. And I was late. Of course I was late! So I ran.  You heard me.  I ran.  And I was so very proud of myself. I ran fast and I ran a long way! I pushed. I smiled. Felt the wind in my hair. Honestly! I swear!  It was wonderful. And I made it to the end of the parade just in the nick of time. But I had forgotten about my tender knee. And boy oh boy that didn’t help. So it has been a little bit tender ever since. I hurt it feeling sexy. Then I hurt it feeling strong and confident.

This morning (well not actually THIS morning)  I was having sex with my husband. Still wearing my dress from the  night before. My hair messy and scattered on the pillow. For a minute we were side-by-side, bodies touching. And then he reached for my leg to slide it under him. So that he could roll over onto…. 

Fuck!! I screamed. Literally screamed out loud. My knee! He had twisted and pushed in just the right way to make it… Hurt. Badly. He felt horrible and tried to stop. I insisted that he not. Afterwards, I laid on my side and just rubbed my knee. Oh my goodness it hurt.

It still hurts. (Seriously.  It still hurts). I’m going to try a couple of tricks I know but I will definitely be asking my doctor about it the next time I see him.  Which won’t be too long.  Cause I’m old.  

Feeling sexy and sassy.

Feeling strong and confident 

Having frisky morning sex.  

Who knew feeling this good could be so dangerous!