It's always a pleasure to see that, despite trips and tripping, you remain light at heart, if not of foot ("A Fall Down the Stairs Leads to an Ego Trip," by Roberta Cole).
I, too, have enjoyed a closer association with the pavement of Madison Park than one would normally hope to enjoy - my trip being just a block short of my goal of Bert's Red Apple and the nearby Tully's coffee shop, where my daughter had gifted me with a well-filled coffee card waiting to be initiated.
Not too long ago, I set out from our Broadmoor home intending to get my daily exercise, pick up some groceries and enjoy a relaxing cuppa at the local barista's. Just shy of the goal, I suddenly found myself looking at something unusual on the sidewalk next to my head. It turned out to be my front teeth, which decided our long association had come to an end.
A few thousand dollars and several dental visits later, I'm almost as good as new - but with a wiser approach to what this 80-year-old female can accomplish on the exercise front.
The shoulder repair was another joy better missed than experienced, plus the multicolored torso (various shades of purple, which gradually faded to mustardy yellow), which was a trophy of the event.
[I] have followed with interest and sympathy your downsizing adventures (we're doing the same right now - readying for a move to Horizon House) and wish the best.
Eileen Gruhn
Madison Park
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