I must be in a time warp. Or maybe this happens to all people who are of our generation. To me, degradation of humor on television is prevalent. Try comparing Lavern & Shirley with Two Broke Girls. And language!
Young people make their conversations lively with four-letter words. I guess I'm becoming an old fuddy-duddy like my mother. Although, Mother could use some choice words when exasperated (as learned from her father, I'm told), my sis and I were not allowed to express ourselves with them.
By far, the biggest degradation is within me. Not long ago I was on an airplane and suffered with ear pain when the plane was descending. In the week that followed, walking became a game of Russian Roulette. I could aim myself in one direction to discover my legs moving in another. The doctor said I had fluid in my inner ears and prescribed medication for it. Within a few days, ambulation became normal and I discontinued the medicine.
Soon thereafter, I rode my bicycle to an evening event in New Harmony. No problem. Saving gas, getting exercise andd putting no carbon dioxide into our overburdened atmosphere Good deal.
Then, on the way home in the dark after the event, I was riding the bike across Main Street and just fell over. Of course it would never happen anywhere but Main Street!
Thoughtful, concerned people came rushing to my aid asking if I was all right. My thanks to all of you. One kind man picked up my bicycle and held it upright for me to get on. Traffic was stopped, waiting.
Now here is the humiliating part. I cannot mount my steed unless it is laying on the ground. Gives new meaning to the saying, "Get a leg up." Although it is a girl's bike, I am not a girl. I am a mature women whose old knees don't want to perform as they used to. Those center bars are higher than they used to be, too!
The man laid the bike on its side and I (in front of God, cars and by-standers waiting) got on it and rode as hard and fast as I could across the street and home, ignoring the pain emanating from various body parts and feeling my face burning with embarrassment.
I came away with bruises in numerous places and have hobbled for a while. Even used a grabber for a couple of days to pick up the tennis ball I throw for the dog. Having started using that medication for the fluid in my ears, again. That inner ear fluid just has to be the reason for the spill.
Yup, degradation can be foundd anywhere--television, language and in y ourself. I'm going to fight it all the way. Next time I'll wear a helmet. Maybe some bubble-wrap, too.
Planet Fact: Scientists consider 350 parts per million a safe amount of C02 in the air. As of June 2013, CO2 was 398.58. In 2012, 395.83. June of 2011, 393.72. At this accelerating rate, can you figure out how much CO2 will be in the air ten years from now? The data was collected at the Mauna Loa Observatory.