My family just left, again, without me. I’m used to staying home while they go on errands or shopping, I’m not used to being left behind while they go visiting.
Today is Sunday, our normal day to go to my in-laws for cards and dinner. I can’t now, for as long as this flare has literally pulled my legs out from under me.
See, their home isn’t accessible. There’s two or three steps into their home and my mother in-law, whom I truly adore, likes to have lots of furniture everywhere. She’s not keen on open space inside her home. Even if I could get into their home I couldn’t get around their home, at least without causing some damage. OK, a lot of damage.
This won’t be the last time, and it’s not like I didn’t expect this to happen. I didn’t expect it to happen to me. Silly, isn’t that? As much as I’ve thought about accessibility before I never spent much time thinking about all the myriad of details that go into a place being accessible.
Nice kick in the pants, and an eloquent reminder that having too much stuff is limiting in a lot of ways.
Thought for the day; do what you can with what you have because you can.