Man-grabber or Cane?

I was driving thru Forest Park today with my sunroof open, Janis Joplin BLARING, and out of nowhere I just started crying, because I am so happy. It is incredible how my life has changed. As I drove past the Zoo, I thought "I can do that now! I can walk all over the Zoo this year" and started crying all over again. Life is SO incredibly good. The simple act of walking used to be such a challenge. Today one of the men stopped me in the office and was laughing saying “you are moving so fast I almost didn’t know who it was”. I think I hugged him.
I’ve decided that this year I want to do one new physical thing a month – something I haven’t done before or in a LONG time. Like climbing a wall, taking a class. Or maybe I’ll just take a walk through a park without using my cane and not needing someone to hold me up. Last Spring I would walk down Euclid at lunch using my wooden carved “work cane” and had regular rest stops all marked off where I could stop and catch my breath before carrying on. Wow.
Ok, time for a side funny story – I’m way too serious right now. I took a walk in the area a few years ago, and was on the street where one of the men I work with lives. Well he must have had the same idea because I saw him on the street. I stopped by a tree, leaned up against it and raised my wooden cane and said “Be afraid, I have my man-grabber with me!”. He just looked very startled and started walking very fast – in the opposite direction. It was then I realized two things: (1) I should always wear my glasses and (2) it wasn’t the man from my office. You KNOW he was telling people about the crazy lady with the “man-grabber” in the Central West End. :) Yep – that’s me. So if you see me with my cane, I’m not using it to walk, just looking for a man to grab.
Carpe Diem!