I have the degenerative disc disease. Not crippling most of the time, so far, but the first of those three Ds promises that by the time I’m able to retire, I won’t have the spine to enjoy it much. Meanwhile, I avoid catastrophically throwing out my back (again) by strategically deploying my spine points. Kinda like spoons, but specific to spines. I can feel out when my fortitude is getting iffy and stop doing things.
So we’re out at garage sales and thrift stores and garden centers for a day, and walking slowly is worse for my back than walking quickly, so keeping my lovin’ man company as he shops drains the spinals. At the last stop I decided to stay in the car. Two of four windows were cracked and I put up the foldy silver dealy to reduce heat coming through the windshield, I put a hoodie on the lil hook thing over the back seat window on the sun side to also block some. But the sun burned off what was left of the overcast morning and the air began to boil.
I finished slowly nursing a cold drink. I almost fell asleep and woke up again. I wanted to be able to rest my eyes so I put on Radiohead’s Amnesiac and stopped looking at my phone. Jumped in the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me. I ran out of drink and started melting the ice cubes in the cup over my head and arms. This just felt like spinning plates. I ran out of ice cubes about the time I ran out of Radiohead.
I locked the doors, got out, and lo, there was a dumpster near, for the empty cup. When I tossed the cup, I found myself able to see around a wall and lo, there was a port-a-potty. I had to drain the lizard, so I stepped inside. Warm, but not as warm as the car, and far from the nastiest port-a-potty I’d used.
As I started to go, I saw inside the urinal a little organic bit of matter lurking, pale brown like a bramble under summer sun. But no, I had a good idea that this was a spider, and it quickly emerged to confirm the theory. My vision is deteriorating, so too close and too far I can’t see well, but this guy was in the sweet spot where I might have been able to count the eyeballs. Not the biggest spider but far from the tiniest, adroitly trooping as it circumnavigated the pissing zone. Would it jump on my junk? Would the story get worse?
No. I left in peace. There was a low-key moment of stress when I noticed the door’s plastic inside latch was half torn away. Somebody else’s problem.
After all that, I rolled around the corner to see my man coming out of the place with a cart full of plant life. Good timing all around.
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Yup. Life.
word to your mother