Wake Up Call

Grump alert: I do not feel jolly as I write this.
Skipping was the most exercise I got this summer: skipping the gym and skipping my yoga tape.
But that didn't stop me from getting angry every time my neighbor displayed an unbelievable feat of laziness. Usually I don't care what my neighbors do, but this particular one, my age, maybe younger, won't even take her own garbage can to the curb. The last two pick-up days, it sat beside her garage until the guy driving the truck, the truck designed to pick up and dump the can so the driver doesn't have to get out, that guy went into her driveway, wheeled the can to the truck, then returned it when it was empty.
But her call Tuesday morning takes the cake. She wanted me to come over and help her get her dog in the car because he was sick and needed to go to the vet.
Her dog is a poodle that weighs less than ten pounds.
I said I was indisposed. Well, actually, I said I was still in bed, which was true.
But yesterday I found out that my sister-in-law is having problems with her rotator cuff. I know exactly what that feels like because for almost six months I could barely move my right arm. Before I discovered yoga, I was about to accept surgery to fix it.
Being reminded of my rotator cuff, weakened over years of neglect, was injured while I was playing with Ryanne on the monkey bars. I won't do that again, but I won't be in such bad shape that I get injured by such a simple movement. So I started yoga again today. If I ever become an invalid, it won't be because I didn't try hard enough.
Nancy Sherer