Today is the first day of a new writing challenge: 150 words a day over the next month.
Remember Weebles from back in the 70s? « Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down. »
Today the therapist I’ve been seeing for my hip problem described my gait as « weebling » and suggested that the swish of my too long yoga pants was contributing to my poor gait pattern. She suggested I roll up my pants and pull the waist band as high as possible. In fact, pulling up my pants is something I do all day long considering I lack the child bearing hips that would keep the waist band up where it belongs.
Sure enough, the adjustment of my pants improved my gait and my feet lifted instead of shuffled. Gravity is boss though and the pants soon slipped down again. Elastic, zip fly or belt, it all heads South eventually.
I’d be fine if I was a weeble, wobbling through life. First off, I’d have no feet to shuffle. Secondly, my pants would be painted on. Oh, and bonus, I’d never fall down.