Back on the trampgang

I just had my three calendar month anniversary of the TFCWM, AKA my hip operation. I'm still restricted in lifting things or how I bend but there's one restriction that has been lifted; I can now roll around on a trampoline! 

When I got home I snuck into the yard, de-pocketed my pocket crap (wallet, keys, thumb drive etc.) into my hat, kicked off my shoes and crawled in through the unzipped zipper gap and lay in bliss within the trampoline. Then theBoy saw I was there and came running out wearing nothing but his skull and crossbones undies. He was excited to have me back and I felt like the special guest star in a Spelling production. We just hung out and played until it was time to break away to have a cycle on the infamous TPC, an exercise bike owned by the beguiling Cass, a mysterious woman of the East known for her spiced wine of dung (1).

After the cycle, still at 5.8 kays in min. distance with my not being game enough to lift it, theBoy came dancing out of the house demanding more trampoline time and we played until tea. It's good to be back on the bouncy mesh mat!

(1) It's the dung that really makes it!