I live near my eldest daughter and her family, well until yesterday that is… they moved out today. So last night I wanted to check my independence out and decided to do the following on my own (and with some help from my son in law Nate).
* Throw my own trash in the dumpster
* Make it to the parking lot where I will soon be paring my truck (Black Beauty or Heartbreaker, not sure on the name… more to come later)
* Go to the corner store *(Circe K) and back
I found that the apartment complex I live in is not handi-capable in the least! On my way to the dumpster the parking lot has a mountainous region that I found myself trapped on. On the way to the Circle K the entrance (and only way) for me to go, has a incline so steep I was sliding out of my wheelchair and screaming something in Spanish not even understandable to me! It sorta sounded like EPpa Eppa y ARRIBA! But more cussier. When we got the the store all I bought was beer… I did not even want beer but I bought it… 24 of them! I am feeling better now that I have administered some of them, but holy frijole batman… that was some wild ride I am sure not to do ever again, well, 20 beers from now I may feel differently.
*hic*
I made it back with minor scratches and abrasions (there are really pokey bushes on the narrow walk we took coming home).
I may need more beer.
That is all.
