I just got back from my annual trip to Ottawa to head to upstate New York for some Christmas shopping. As usual we had a fabulous time -- despite a freak snow storm and a mall with no heat. My mom and I always have fun on these trips, and I'm glad we do it.
This is the first year that mom has been in a wheelchair and you know what, it actually makes things so much easier for her. Instead of looking down, trying to navigate her walker without falling, she can look up and scoot around and see what she wants. It's a nifty little thing that breaks into three pieces to fit in the car. She can go faster than I can walk -- and when it got cold out I can guarantee you she did.
One thing you do notice travelling with a person in a wheelchair is that wheelchair accessibility is almost non-existant if the person wants to do anything on their own. I noticed it a bit before when my kids were in strollers, but babies have someone with them all of the time -- my mom I am sure would like some independance. But there are so few places that have automatic doors, and many times the push button to open the doors are behind the door, making it impossible to do if you are alone. Not a single bathroom we went to had an automatic door, so mom couldn't go to the washroom on her own. Plus, even with an accessible stall, only a few had low sinks and not one had low soap or hand dryers. I think we can do better in this area.
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Sam is, um, not athletic. He's got good coordination in many areas -- he has a mean golf swing. But running and playing a sport at the same time isn't going to happen any time soon.
The other day he came home with a bruise and a split chin. After some inquiry he answered that he hurt himself in gym class. I wondered what sport they were playing to cause his injury. His response?
"Mom, we were doing this really dangerous pose in yoga today and my arms slipped and I banged my chin REALLY HARD,"
Yeah
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One of my former coworkers lost his partner last night from a heart attack. He was only in his mid-forties, and they had been together a long, long time. I am so so sad for him. But what makes it harder is the fact that they kept their relationship very private. I think most knew he was gay, and most knew that his partner was his roomate (they both worked at one point for the same company, the one my husband works for and the one where I worked several years back). But he never, ever, ever spoke about his home situation.
This has got to make it harder for him to grieve. This intensley private man has to tell people why he's going off work, why he's so sad. I don't think he's "in the closet" per se, but like I said, he is so private.
One thing about this is that when I told my husband he was deeply sadenned for his coworker and wondered if there was anything we could do for him. So for all his vaguely homophobic bravado, I do know that he's not truly mean, and that he sees people as people -- grieving people and not just for being gay. I think Doug's come a long way in this area, despite extremely homophobic upbringing, and for that I am proud.
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I want to wish all of my American friends a Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy your feast!