Winning

Trainer’s studio is less than two blocks from the complex, still I drive.

No reason.

On Thursday I felt it time to begin getting those extra steps in and walked.

Big mistake, because Trainer said it was time to “push you a little”.

He upped the pounds on the slam balls and threw in a new weight bearing leg exercise.

It was a little tough, but I handled it and walked out feeling good.

However, just a few steps outside the studio, reality began to set in. My lower limbs began to revolt ─ the sides of my legs, from hips to ankles, began to ache and my knees nearly buckled.

Walking back to the complex was a struggle, but I made it and probably will drive from hereon out.

At any rate, an Epsom salt soak worked wonders. I settled in, opened the laptop to check mail and an odd subject line caught my attention.

I hovered over the address to make sure the sender wasn’t one of those fake messages, saw it was legit, opened the email, clicked on the link, followed instructions.

Lo and behold an image popped up congratulating me on winning a nice chunk of change on a lottery 2nd chance drawing.

The most I’ve ever won in a lottery is $100. This win is the equivalent of two year’s rent, if I plan to continue living here until they throw me out ─ one year’s rent if the Universe has other plans and sends me to live in a community which is not income restricted.

Not wanting to throw my being so blessed in the face of neighbors who are struggling, I’m keeping my mouth shut. To tell even my buddy Apache would be to put my good fortune on blast, so mums the word around here.

I didn't waste time in locating a lottery office and was there the next day ─ Friday, submitting claim paperwork.