I’m not really sure which of my blogs this story belongs in, but I’ll include the kids, so sonata-handthis blog wins.  I was at Walmart, when a car full of young white guys drives by.  One guy hangs out of the back seat window, gives me a thumbs up, and yells, “Awesome grandpa!”  He was obviously talking about the fake arm hanging out of my trunk.  I looked up and grinned, and thought about it for a moment.  As we get older, we don’t necessarily see ourselves in the mirror, as others see us.

I know that I have the Barnhart “hump”.  It is that posture where you slump forward at the shoulders.  My grandmother had it, my father has it, and I have it at an earlier age than my predecessors.  It started when I was bedridden in the hospital for a month.  I lost so much muscle mass, I was in a wheelchair, then a walker, and I still use a cane.  Okay, now I’ll bring in Chester, so this justifies its placement in this blog.

Yesterday was the first time it happened, but it was sort of an evolution of one of Chester’s previous behaviors.  On the back of the recliner, Chester would basically lower himself on to my head, and hang his feet around my neck.  chestereclinerI had a cat stole for all intents and purpose.   This time around, I had a TV tray in front of the recliner and was leaning forward to eat.  All of a sudden, I feel Chester balancing in the middle of my back.  For you cat owners, you realize the first priority is, “Do NOT scare or startle the cat.”  Because he or she will dig in their claws.

So I am trying to get Chester off of my back, carefully!  I try reaching back to gently push him off, but of course that didn’t work.  I had a wand toy within reach, and that was what finally got him off of my back.  This performance was later repeated when I was sitting on the throne.  So if there was ever an enticement to improve my posture, this would rank as one of the most effective.