Agile | The Daily Post  



The last time that I was super Agile was back in my Army Days.  I was extremely agile and in excellent physical condition.  Anything that the Army demanded or need to do physically I could do it.  Those were my glory days.  Even after I got out of the Army in Nov. 1981 I was still in great shape. This continued well into my early 40s.  I did have the beginnings of arthritis but except for menstrual cramps and sometimes acne I was in fantastic condition.



During my late 30s and early 40s I had the strength and energy to earn my BA in English from Marymount Manhattan College.  I Was Powerful!!



Fast forward to Nov. 2008 — Stroke.  Actually I probably was having small strokes beginning at age 47.  My vision was off and but I still continued to drive and made believe that I was okay.  At the time I was unemployed so No health insurance therefore No doctors.  Jan. 2008 I started working at the museum and had a stroke while at work. My bosses forced me to go to the hospital. I lost most of the vision in my left eye. I won’t go into the ugly details.

This was the end of my Agility.

Either last week or two weeks ago I was nearly pushed down the subway steps.  This is one of my greatest fears since I have very poor depth perception. Usually when I get off the train I wait for the maddening crowds to go up the stairs first.  Actually this near fall down the subway steps occurred when I was going down the steps not up but either way I leave early for work then step to the side because people are always in a mad rush!  Also now I have shortness of breath so I need to rest before going up or down stairs/steps.

Over the years I’ve come to hate all stairs and steps.  My ideal dream would be to live in a place with just ramps or on one level.  The Aging process is slowly but surely taking away my ability to do the things I want to do.  Therefore the older I get the less I socialize and tend to stay home on weekends especially in the winter when falling is a major concern. Next month I’ll be 59 and I will be staying safe at home!

The Death of Agility.











Secrets and Murders in the Blue Room


Secrets of the Blue Room

Magnificent Bed Chambers built for the Arousal of a King who never came.  At least not in this bed.  Many were the amusements of the Monarch. Well known for spreading his seed in every village, town and port of call.  Awaiting his Majesty to Christen the springs in hopes of numerous heirs to the throne.

Though tis rumored that the Lord and Lady of the Original House were murdered in said bed. No Scarlet Pimpernel arrived for their rescue. For the mark of Zorro heralded their demise.

Two Old Grandfather Clocks Chime quarter hours slightly off sync in Church fashion of Call and Response

First Off I don’t know why they built and shipped such an ornate bed a blue monstrosity to this hot dank humid climate?  The Humidity cloaks the atmosphere like a Misty Foggy blanket. These islands are just swamps inhabited by misery and strife. Trying to make good impressions long after the opportunity has passed.

The sheer fragility makes one hesitant to mix sweat and semen.  The languid heat infuses already heavy air pushing aside lust in favor of a cook refreshing draft.

Rot and insects will have a better time conducting ultimate deconstruction within weak timbers. It’s untold comforts belie creakiness and stiff joints.

More of a Silky Satiny Blue Mausoleum than a Lovers Nest. A place for ravens and crows to pluck out the feathers, straw and hay hidden within the fancy done up mattress. No Scions of Industries conceived upon such extravagance and Luxury. Yet Musky aromas abound.  Time Traveling Hobos and Vagabonds wander through the past occasionally sticking their heads out into the present.  Shadows ache from moving sloth-like across the walls. Their progress impended lights and darkness.