Suspenders and the Bridge

Ned Luce Life In Ludlow
Posted 9/4/18

This is the week to talk about suspenders and the bridge.

You see, for many years now my pants have been taking advantage of the reduction in the size of my glutei maximi, also known as my rear …

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Suspenders and the Bridge

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This is the week to talk about suspenders and the bridge.

You see, for many years now my pants have been taking advantage of the reduction in the size of my glutei maximi, also known as my rear end. You see, with aging the glutei have been yielding to the force of nature known as gravity. Consequently, particularly when doing anything physical such as working in the yard or on the car or even walking down the street, I could end up providing a “plumber’s crack” view to any and all with the right viewpoint. BJ has subtly (?) drawn this to my attention, usually when following me up a set of stairs. As a result, I considered and then purchased a set of suspenders, also known in more sartorially-inclined circles as “braces.” Well my life has changed, mostly for the better as my pants are now staying up. Unfortunately, one of my less-than-sophisticated friends thinks the suspenders look a little “rural.” In any case, I have had only one problem. The first few times I went to get out of my car, I unhitched a suspender in addition to the seat belt and then my pants yielded to gravity upon my exit. More practice is needed.

More suspense these days is on trips involving a drive across the Hood Canal Bridge. For most of us there is not much of a time crisis. Even if I want to catch a ferry, I recall that they are like buses, if you miss this one, there will usually be another one along soon. You might think a doctor’s appointment in Poulsbo is more time critical and yes, a recent bridge opening stopped me on Paradise oad. So I called the doctor’s office and warned them I was going to be late and pleaded for them to fit me in. No problem, they are used to patients occasionally having the bridge issue. Although it was a little annoying that day since the bridge delayed me BOTH ways. Actually, I heard it closed at least six times that day. Later that week BJ and I were taking the youngest grandson to Kingston and got stopped in traffic again on Paradise Bay Road about a mile from 104 for that road-closing accident on 104. We were worried a little since we were meeting our daughter in Kingston and the grandson might wake up in the back seat. No problem, he slept on the whole trip, our daughter did some Kingston window-shopping and we enjoyed the music and the nice weather. (The smoke had not yet taken over.) After dropping the grandson off we returned to Port Ludlow about 4:30, in time for me to suggest we stop for a drink at the Inn. We got nice seats on the deck and about half way through BJ’s glass of wine she allowed that SHE wasn’t planning to fix dinner. Ah, dinner out at the Inn!

So, this week’s subject of suspenders and gravity must remind us of Albert Einstein’s comment, “If I had to life to live over again, I’d be a plumber.”

Love a curmudgeon and have a great week!

NedLuce@sbcglobal.net

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