Meanwhile, In Petticoat Junction

The Man-Cub had a phenomenal birthday; he climbed a mountain in the rain forest, hung over a cliff on the beach, and teased a school of sharks in the bay.

I'm not worried. I'm not worried at all.

Ahem.

While he was enjoying his birthday weekend, I was striking a deal with Satan.

Well, not actually with Satan, but, with his tools, and, by tools, I mean my orthotics. Remember them? No? Can't say that I blame you; I stopped bitching about them years ago. You know, when I stopped wearing them because they were determined to kill me.

Yeah.

Flash forward to today, when I am having so much trouble with my feet, I am loathe to take my first step each morning. It doesn't get much better with each of the 10,000 steps that I have committed to take throughout the day, either.

So, I am back to the torture devices orthotics, which are, in all honesty, actually helping with the pain that radiates from my foot up my shins and around my inner thighs. They create a really odd stride for me, but, maybe I'll get used to it.

You know, eventually.

Still of the devil, though. Not changing my mind about that.

On a totally unrelated topic, (well, not totally unrelated, I mean, it happened while I was on my first orthotic-wearing-walk-around the park), I saw the strangest thing yesterday.

Yes, even stranger than the previous run-on sentence.

I saw....wait for it...SPIDERMAN.

In the park.

So, ok, it was a teenager dressed like Spiderman, but, I mean, he was full-on dressed like Spiderman, we're talking tight body suit, mask, boots, all of it. And, he was crouching on top of a pole in the classic Spiderman squat while his friend video taped him, or took pictures, or whatever.

I figured it was for a school project or some random YouTube channel or his college applications or something, so, I walked by them, waved as nonchalantly as I could muster, and continued on my way, which, they seemed to appreciate. Because, yeah, they probably thought they looked ridiculous or something. Bitch, please, I raised the Man-Cub; there isn't a lot of awkward geeky teen aged boy stuff that I haven't seen. Your secret is safe with me.

And now, I can say that I shared the park with a super hero. Sure beats the hell out of the disk-golf players I usually share the park with; they are usually trying their damn best to slice my head off with their stupid plastic Frisbees.

I'll take the web-slinger over decapitation, any day.