Life as a Platypus

I grew up in the Sixties. I remember that nothing on TV seemed like me or my life at all. It wasn't until the Seventies or Eighties that TV seemed like life around me.

These days, I look around and it feels like I see a lot of dolphins. Sleek, graceful animals leaping and cavorting through our day-to-day existence.

Perhaps at one time I was a dolphin; these days I'm living the life of a platypus. Slower moving, duck-billed and snuffling about. Arthritis has also taken all the sleekness. I look at my hubby going out to work each day and get a little bit resentful that, with only his occasional twinges of osteoarthritis, he's still a dolphin.

Then I thought about how unique and precious the platypus is. They are rare and a most unusual, oddly shaped and moving creature. Not everyone can, or should be, a platypus. It really is up to me to make the most of my platypusness ( that's not even a word!).

I shared these feelings with my dolphin, and he understands. Blessed are the S.O. dolphins who are accepting of us gimp platypi, platypusses, platypods? What is the plural of platypus, anyway?

I also must smile at my adolescent platypus. He's a gangly and awkward 15 year old, more so due to being an arthritic, too. I just can't understand how this platypus is ripping out his pants on a daily basis. Most of all, I'm thankful I have a dolphin to lean on to teach my young platypus to drive a car.

Life goes on and is good, whether leaping as a dolphin or shuffling along the riverbed as a platypus. I hope you share with your loved ones your unique perspectives on how you live, sometime this week.

Regards to you and yours from Rosie