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I hobble. I have, as a friend told me not too long ago, a hitch in my giddyup.
Posted by: Eve | January 04, 2022 at 10:42 AM
I sidle, shuffle, shamble, limp. Rising from the floor is usually a three- or four-step process that requires both arms. Stairs must be negotiated with a firm grip on the banister, one step at a time. The golden years? The what?
Posted by: Don Z. Block | December 29, 2021 at 01:38 PM