Sometimes a shoulder acts up.
Decades of Polynesian dancing contributed to the noisy knees and
I can no longer bound up the stairs
or down them
I take them one at a time, much like you see toddlers doing.
I step up with the right foot, and follow with the left.
Step. Up. One. Step. At. A. Time.
My girlfriends and I compare notes when we see each other.
Y’know, going up the stairs, if I clutch the railing really tight and actually pull myself up it’s almost like I’m going up normally.
The rest of us nodding. Yep. Yes. Me too.
And standing up from a seated position elicits a host of moans, groans, and itty-bitty-steppity-steps for a moment as muscles stretch and footholds are gained.
So if you hear something creaking behind you, rest assured it’s probably me.