I’m not gay. But they sure did throw a heck of a parade today. The parade started only a block from my apartment building. It was certainly different watching the parade this year from a wheelchair. Rebecca kept her eye out for spots that had better visibility and then ran off for a bit, texting me that she’d found a place to cross the street. I found it, just before the start of the parade, where the floats passed by, anyway, so we stayed right there for a bit where it was far less crowded.
Rebecca’s pink mustache and colorful dress (out of view).
Too strange.
After seeing one of my managers, Lance, and his partner representing Papa John’s in the parade - on a swim team’s float, don’t ask - we stopped at Bar on Buena for a bloody mary and some food before heading back to the apartment. It was time to let the dog out. Yeah, we picked up a foster dog from PAWS named Goldie. She’s a mix between a lab and a golden retriever. Unfortunately she prefers going to the bathroom in the apartment vs. outside. She’s super friendly, though, and only barks if you leave her alone. We only have her for a little over a week. It’s definitely a learning experience, especially for Rebecca who has never had a dog in her life. She’s doing great, though. Rebecca, not the dog. The dog needs to learn to go to the bathroom outside. Here’s a few pics of Goldie the Unhousebroken:
The girls. Notice my sweet free recliner to the side there.
Me and the dog.
The three of us on the roof (and my dad’s shadow) where it was quite windy. Clearly I was training. At one interesting point the leash got wrapped around my whole deal just before getting onto the elevator. Nothing really happened. Sorry for the anticlimax.
My dad biked up from downtown and experienced the overwhelming throngs of people for the first time. I’m pretty sure it made him nervous, so he didn’t stay long. He hung out long enough to take some pics and walk with me as I trained on my KAFOs on the rooftop.
That’s really about it. Tomorrow will be interesting as I have 3 training sessions followed by the groundbreaking of the new RIC building. I hope they don’t mind that I’ll be in workout clothes.
The mental aspect of everything that’s happened to me and how it will change my life feels like an ever-increasing weight on me. I’m not so worried about myself as I am the change it will have on those close to me. It takes much longer to do anything - I’ve mentioned that before. That’s fine for me, but I don’t like how it delays other people, as well. I’m for positive impact, not negative. I realize there IS positive impact happening, but the same is true for the negative. It’s very frustrating.
Dear Lord, please heal me. I do not like to be a negative impact in any regard on anyone. Please be with Jayme as he is feeling kind of down right now. But then again, I am, too. Give us SCIs strength and fortitude that we need to get through this. Please be with those others close to us in pain. In Jesus’ name, amen.
G’night,
Chip
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