Before I start the new year, let's catch up on a few things.
There is a so-called "park" next to the retirement home I live in. The residents here have watched it being built, with much amusement. It looks more like an experiment than a neighborhood-friendly park. There are levels, but anyone with a mobility issue can't get past the entrance without assistance or a "risk-taker" mentality. Nothing is paved. There are long steps without any railings to the levels, and wheels (walkers, wheelchairs, my POWER chair) easily sink in the bizarre gravel/mud mix which is the only way to navigate this "park." In the middle is a "pond" or some type of small body of water. The whole thing is said to be some kind of bat haven. (You can't make this up!)
My attempts at explaining to a city councilman (who agreed with me that this was not ADA accessible) and our mayor (who in an email stated the park was not built to be accessible to everyone), dead-ended. I lacked the energy and desire to pursue this disaster alone.
Still, I am keeping an eye on it, making sure it is maintained by Parks Dept., and there were a couple safety issues that I figure the city will be sued over one day. In mean time, I watched a small boy try to jump across a "bridge" (you just have to see this park to believe it) of sorts, it looks like a flat log that has been cut out along the way...when the boy ran and attempted to leap across, he fell, sliding down, pulling himself up luckily, before getting into the so called "pond."
The Parks Dept. did attempt to fix that, yeah, as the picture below shows: they filled it with rocks. Brilliant, now if anyone falls, they only fall on rocks. Imagine what is in that "pond" if someone feels rocks are safer.
Ok, I lied, I am unable to find that photo, take my word for it until I get out again, rocks.
Now, after searching for that $%^&* photo, I have completely forgotten what I was going to update you on.
Life goes on at my "home." All and I mean all, of the nasty bridge players have moved on to more advanced care facilities or died. A blog reader said I would be sad when they were gone. I repeat, "Nope." I mean I wish no one ever had to die, and the one that did was the nicest one, but things are much more pleasant now that the old guard has moved on. Most of the residents are as nice as they come. We have a new chef, cook, manager, receptionist, marketing director, activities director, van driver, servers, housekeepers, maintenance men, just the owner is the same. The new people have been a needed improvement. It is just much nicer living here now---better feeling, hard to explain.
My writing on books continues. My blog continues, though I will likely tell you I am stopping from time to time, seems to be my M.O.
My attempts to walk continue, though 12 steps has been the high point. Not enough progress for me, I gave in to searching for more help again. (See, right there, that is the worst sentence construction...sigh. Going back and forth between editing my own books and posting on a blog, oh and that time sucking FaceBook, something has to suffer. FaceBook has been a stress reliever though, so many people who share my world views, make me laugh, give me immediate comments on a topic---making for GREAT characters!) Anyway, I will be visiting a physical therapist and buying more equipment in 2013---MUST WALK. Because:
The whole same sex marriage thing is now law of my state! I tried to get a local big-shot lesbian (who offered to marry couples) to marry us, but like most lesbians I have known, she never got back to me. Just bad timing for us, too rushed at end of year, we agreed fate could deal with it. This year will be taken up with better-half's dental surgery (all of her teeth are coming out thanks to one of her diseases called "Sjogren's") and together we will be on a liquid diet all year. Send good thoughts our way. So, 2014 looks like year we will get hitched. Fated. Maybe I can STAND to take my vows, dare I dream to walk down an aisle?
My mom is hanging in there. My brother has moved on having an actual relationship with me. I love being able to like him.
Oh, that reminds me of another update: Mom's tombstone! I am THRILLED with it. I know she would love it.
"Loving Mother" and her family name added. Her mother, father, and 13 year old brother, are just in front of her site. I couldn't stand the thought of her being out there all alone in the mind of anyone who wandered by. She and I wander cemeteries often.
2013, ready or not, here I come!