Went back to the old neighborhood today for a little walkabout. Well, also a little scootabout. I played millennial and picked up a Bird dock-less scooter for a short trip. No selfies or other pictures. My little liver spotted hands had a death grip on the scooter. I just wanted to do it. I will not try it again. Figure I just about used up all my luck with that mode of transportation today. To crash one of those things when you are 25 is a minor thing at 75 it could be serious. Very serious.
Mostly just a gentle lazy day. Interspersed with extreme worry about the future of our country.
Best thing today – surviving the scooter ride. It is always better to be lucky than smart. And, I have been damn lucky.