My back and I are still at odds these days.
I have tried to tell it,
"Could you please return to your former state of un-ouchiness?"
It has responded in no uncertain terms saying, "No can do."
So I am working around my backs limitations.
I am good with walking and laying down but sitting down
is a non-negotiable.
I never realized how much I loved sitting down until I couldn't
do it anymore.
I do a lot of reclining these days. At home. At work. At church.
Just last week at the preschool,
my friend Jenn told the kids at circle time,
"Every body needs to sit criss cross applesauce on the carpet."
And one of the kids ratted me out saying,
"Teacher Jenn! Teacher Sue is laying down!"
You can't put anything past those kids.
I have become a big fan of bench seating in restaurants.
I take up a full side of the booth reclining like Cleopatra.
Scott tells me, "People are looking at you."
And I say, "I don't care." And I don't because I will
never see them again and eating at restaurants is always more
fun than eating at home.
We were at a church for a denominational meeting and
I found a couch out in the lobby near the balcony that
I claimed as my own dominion.
By claimed, I mean I was laying down, feet up, knees bent,
head thrown back as I watched the service on a monitor close by.
A group of guys who had sung in a choir during the service
were hanging around my couch inner sanctum.
When the service ended and I got up, one of the guys said, smiling,
"You love that couch, huh? You all layin' down on it...chillin'...."
I told him, not really smiling, "I hurt my back."
Still smiling, he said, "Awright! Awright!"
I know he was thinking,
Who is this crazy white chick that lays down in church?
But I tried not to let it bother me...
because I had to find Scott so we could go out with
our friends to Chili's.
I was looking forward to laying down to eat some chips and salsa.
I'm not letting the sitting thing hold me back.
When it comes to chips and salsa,
a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.