TheBanyanTree: Tilt A Whirl Hell

[NancyIee at aol.com]

Unfortunately, as we age, so does the body and the entire system  that runs 
it. I who once could clamber like a squirrel up the sheer side of a  cliff, 
now quake when I have to stand on a kitchen step stool to change a  light 
bulb.
I who once cared for a wild baby rabbit who had a run in with the mower,  
and we later named him "Short-Hop" (he hung around lawn and garden for years  
after. I think the free handouts and fresh lettuce helped) now get a bit  
unsettled just reading about Tilt-a-whirls. lol. I can still midwife a 
foaling  or whelping, perform minor surgery on a grandchild with a splinter, stand 
on a  bed to dust the ceiling fans, but . .tilt-a-whirl?  No, my carnival 
ride  days are long over.
 
However, should my grandchild's kite get caught in a tree . . . .I'd have  
to think that one over.
 
NancyLee
 
 
 
 

And as  we spun around I started to feel something other than nostalgia 
start
up in  my stomach. Innocent harmless butterflies at first, the sudden  empty
feeling that lets me know that trouble is headed my way, and then, as  we
kept circling and spinning and whizzing around, I prayed for the ride  to
stop. Despite my normally heathen nature, despite times call for  desperate
measures.




Nance