Well, sooner than expected I’m walking without a walker, opting instead for a cane. Grandaddy’s cane; actually, great-Grandaddy to me. It was a present to him from a Cooperative that probably had something to do with tobacco farming (he was a tobacco farmer). However, he never used tobacco and he also never used this cane. I never met the man myself but I’m benefiting from his unused walking aid.

Not my great-grandaddy

Well now that I’ve got the ability to travel upright I’ve been getting out a bit more. In my various travels, here’s a fun list of people I’ve been compared to based on the fact that I’m walking with a cane:

• A Pimp
• A Homeless Person
• Mary Poppins
• A Vaudevillian
• Willy Wonka
• Charlie Chaplin

…and many more! How hilarious! Just popping in to say Happy Holidays and make sure all you northern hemisphere-dwellers stay warm and bundle up! Gonna go on a walk with my cane!

…CANDY CANE that is!

But really, it’s just an ordinary cane.

Between getting more surgeries and re-learning how to do things like walk (or in my case, hobble flailingly), climb stairs (STAAAIIRS), and other such activities, I haven’t been here for you much.

That’s the answer to “where the hell was Karen.” Here’s the answer to “Where the hell is Matt?”

This made me want to dance…but I don’t think I’m quite there yet. Just the same, Happy Holidays.