Coming to terms in At the foot of the hill

I have been thinking for awhile now that I would be able to walk soo much easier if I, like many of my neighbors in this senior living complex, would just swallow my pride and get myself a walker. Yesterday was the day. Papa took my over (just across the lake) to a small shop that sells medical supplies. They had a selection of various styles. I had done some looking on the internet and kind of knew what I though I wanted. Right there, in the showroom, sat the exact one I had been looking at. It cost a little more than Amazon, but the guy was able to fit it to my needs and offered us a discount and lifetime service. So I wheeled it right out of there. Bob folded it up and loaded it in the back of the car and we brought it home. I’ll need to practice “driving” it, as well as folding and loading/unloading it into the car. I feel like I will be able to participate in some of our Fab 50’s outings to museums, etc. again. Swallowing pride isn’t so bad.