ROLLING RIGHT ALONG in Postcards 4

2001: Mage at the Tate London.

“Used to’s” don’t matter if you are living in the now. I’ve always walked distances every day. And I should tell you that I loved walking the three miles to work at the Plunge in the ‘80’s. I marched all over London and Paris, and I loved going from the bus and walking a mile to Petco Park when I worked there. I’d always make an effort to walk all around the ball park once a game. Not now.

We rented a scooter when we went to DC. We also rented one for various conventions. We usually rent an electric scooter for my use at Comic Con. Most of the time I don’t need wheels, but for any distance now I do. My spine is crumbling into itself, and while it does that it’s crusing a nerve. One of my legs goes to sleep. It doesn’t happen in the water, but it sure cuts my walking distances down on land.

Yesterday I couldn’t walk too far. Knowing today’s destination I knew I was in trouble. Last time we were at a ball game, I barely made it from our seats to the car. Today we are taking the walker. It’s a nice dark red. It’s wide, and I will take a big backpack with layers of clothes to peel on or off, a camera, and delight in being able to sit when I need a sit.

I’ll think of you all as I cheer on the team that kicked butt yesterday 2 to 12. Amazing.
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- Himself: At work he won Padre’s seats. Was gifted PF Chang’s gift coupons. He still has a job. Meeting tonight.
- Herself: Spent Friday shuffling books. Brought ever more boxes of cookbooks in to shelve, and put the nautical and aviation books on sale.
- Reading: Still amazed that our Presidents were so unhealthy.
- Watching: Last two episodes of NCIS with Abby. What a loss.
- Gratitude’s: That I own a walker and can go to a Padre’s game.