Pluggers by Rick McKee for August 30, 2024

I don’t call it getting old. I call it outliving the warranty.

RICE,

Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate.

or

Ranolazine, Ibuprofen, Captopril, Enoxaparin

If it helps to get you through the game do it ;-)

If the pain you got from playing a game lasts longer than the pleasure you got while playing it, it just might be time to find a new hobby. Preferably one that doesn’t have the potential to disable you.

If cybernetic implants and ‘waldo’ add-ons were less expensive, we would see a lot of those in common use. Then the terms amateur and professional would blur out of the picture.

Now that is the truth

As long as you’re out there—still in the game, do whatever works!

No games for me. Stairs are enough of a challenge for my knees.

Putting on all the gear is part of the exercise.

The ex-tennis players are always recognizable on the pickleball courts — by all of the knee braces they wear.

I spend more time gnawing off the shell and picking out the pieces of nut than swallowing the nut. It’s part of the experience.

you forgot to mention the time it takes to apply the bengay!

I spend a lot of time thinking about doing, then not doing.

Safety first.

Retirement calls when this is how you prep for pickleball.

We do 18th century reenacting. I started out sitting on my rear end demonstrating embroidery (a personal love of mine since I was 4 years old). Three older ladies did the cooking demonstration – which also served as midday meal (ie. dinner in the period) for the members of the unit.

One day all three of the ladies were no longer coming to events. I was approached (only female on the Board) about taking over the cooking demo. I was honest and said I had never cooked over a fire before. I said I could guarantee a cooking demo, but not that it would be edible. I ended up doing the cooking demo for a decade plus, then a fellow joined who wanted to do so and I went back to sitting on my rear end and demonstrating embroidery for the past couple of decades.

The fellow left our unit and I am waiting for them to ask me to start cooking again. My answer will be that I will do the cooking – but I need someone to lift the large cast iron pots for me as at this age I cannot longer lift them – especially when filled with food.

I will miss sitting on my rear end and stitching if I am cooking again – I hope someone else volunteers to do so. I would rather fire the unit’s black powder cannon again than cook again.