“Lift with your legs! Don’t strain your back!!”

This is a reminder I give myself often, especially in the midst of what we’ll call The Great Moving Escapade of 2019. Granted, it was usually after I’d hefted a heavy box off the floor, often most decidedly not using my legs, but bygones. Little bit of BenGay, Biofreeze, Blue-Emu, or Mineral Ice and I’m good to go. Well, not exactly good to go, but on my way to not limping in pain.

We take the wins where we can, right?

I’m on the slow and steady track toward fifty (THE BIG 5-0) which I can only imagine means a correlating use of the phrase “Don’t strain your…” Parts of my body I don’t anticipate landing on that list include my belly button and earlobe, although I suppose nothing’s out of the realm of possibility.

One super fun part about this whole getting older gig is the fact that straining my eyes isn’t just a “don’t sit too close to the tv!” warning anymore. These glasses aren’t a fashion statement; they’re a n-e-c-e-s-s-i-t-y. Because no matter how hard I strain these eyeballs they still can’t see clearly without my fancy frames. Gotta hate it when bullying my body doesn’t work anymore.


Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “strain.” Use it any way youโ€™d like. Enjoy!