She asks me how my knees are. It’s a loaded question, and we both know it. She saw me struggle to my feet multiple times last fall. There is the inevitable grunt that follows the creaking of 51-year-old knees that have touched the floor over a 26- year career. “Seriously, Mister. How are those old knees doing?” She asks, grinning like the Cheshire cat that’s swallowed the canary. “As well as either of us can expect,” I answer. That’s as much truth as either of us is prepared to share.
even
after rain
more rain
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Frank J. Tassone 
So very cool, you. Made me smile. But I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Barely 51 and already suffering. A number of falls, huh. I feel bad for him. But I hope those falls came from doing things he loved. Thanks for sharing. And then the rain situation. haha. Yes. Can relate to that. Adored. Thank you. xo
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“Multiple times last fall” can have a double connotation, given the subject…ha.
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