It is suddenly clear to me. I have caribou blood in me even though my 23 and Me profile did not indicate it. You see—I click when I walk. Just the left knee–not the right but there is a definite clicking sound when I walk. I noticed it a couple years ago and I suspect it is just further notice of my continual and ever present aging. If I walk straight legged it does not click but according to my husband it is not very attractive to see me walking in that manner.
Our recent trip to the Minnesota Zoo got me thinking after I read this sign in the Caribou exhibit. Perhaps I have some Caribou blood in me. Perhaps I am adapting to the environment in Iowa and my clicking knee is to help Chris find me during blizzards. Maybe it is not associated with age at all. Maybe I am a caribou in disguise.
One thing is for sure. My hopes and dreams of being a ninja are kaput.
