Howdy, howdy! How’s everyone doing this wonderful Wednesday? Things here are fine. No real updates on the wheelchair saga other than paperwork is being sent back and forth between the company (Universal Med Supply) and my doctor’s office. I probably won’t have an update until next week (if I get home from the doctor and finish eating early enough to do a proper post) or the following week. But at least things seem to be happening on that front. Beyond that, it’s TACO Tuesday, so at least we have a couple of more weeks before Trump threatens to destroy an entire civilization again. Maybe. Who knows what the Cheeto in Chief will rant about next. Anyway, I don’t really have anything to talk about, so I thought I would share a few things I wouldn’t mind doing if I get this new wheelchair (it’s all ifs until it’s delivered and I’m sitting in it). But I like hermit life, so I probably won’t do any of them.

1. Go to the Oar House or Half Shells. Either one works for me, but building up the motivation to want to go that far from home in either direction is hard. Maybe a fancy new wheelchair will make me want to leave the house. Show it off. I doubt it, but maybe.

2. Make Dad walk up and down the street with me a couple of times a week. We actually stopped doing this because roaming dogs were becoming an increasing problem around here for a while. Maybe we’ll find somewhere else to walk, but if it requires getting in the van, we definitely won’t do it. But at least I think about it.

3. Depending on when the chair arrives and is finalized, maybe go to SMU’s Celebration of Lights (or do something holiday-y) or Scarborough Faire or something. I don’t know. Covid gave us such a good excuse to stop doing shit. I feel like we need to get back out there, but people exist out there, which isn’t a great draw. We’ll see.

See? I think about doing stuff. I wouldn’t mind doing stuff. I mostly just hate the drive to and from said stuff. And the people. But the stuff is great.