A big stick
I remember vaguely an old legend about how human goes from 4 legs to two legs to three. A way of showing the progression of our mobility as we get older. Here’s the thing. I have now received the suggestion from several family members they should consider adopting the use of a walking stick. Something to flail at monsters I think. Or to keep me from falling over. To be fair I have not found myself falling over so I have to wonder if they’re seeing something that I am not. Monsters, perhaps. I suppose I could take a hatchet and go out into the woods and cutoff stroke branch. Like people used to do in the good old days. Before my time. I do not remember seeing a clip a collection of walking sticks around the home. And the other risk if my going off into the woods is that I might not find my way back. There is also a certain number of legends about that involving dropping bread crumbs and small rocks from your pocket as you go. Is this the next step in my life. Trying to keep from getting lost in the woods. It’s a real risk because we have woods around here. No sidewalks. Was I safer when I lived in the big city? I will have to give that some thought. And if I do find a big stick along the way I can drag it home behind me. I mean who would notice an old man and a stick. Other than an old dog. Oh well just thinking about it. Nothing changed yet. But if you see me with a big stick know that it was given as a suggestion as well as a gift. At least, I think so. Who would have thought? Getting a walking stick before my 1st century.
