independence mobility

Papa was a rolling stone

My partner in crime asked me out tonight. She wants to go dancing. At the bar she’s been hanging out in, celibate, for the last 8 years. 8. Years.

I have to sub Yoga in the morning then put in a full day at the library, so my ass is one with the couch. However; this is a man-centric, chill at the pub holiday. The only men that go to her club are older than Fred Flintstone. Woman, what is your agenda? Do you want to stay in the nunnery forever? Do you like old balls? I’m not judging; at 11 months and 3 days, I’m flirting with anything that moves without a walker. I would like one that is independently mobile. I think my friend may indeed be a robot.

I’m rambling. I’ve been up since I moved my mattress at 6:15am. Carry on.

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Eastman Johnson - Interesting News [1872] by Gandalf
Via Flickr:
Although Johnson did not design his work with the intent of social criticism, much of his oeuvre reflects the national interests and concerns of his era. The frequency with which the artist depicted this subject could speak to his appreciation of literacy’s role as the impetus for independence and social mobility, or as an indication of the changing national mood in the wake of the devastating Civil War: the female attention to literacy now seemed a positive sign of their independence rather than an act of subversion. Johnson himself was married for the first time in 1869. His only child, a daughter, was born the next year. The new emphasis on domesticity his life enjoyed during this decade most likely exhibits Johnson’s great talent as a keen observer and great chronicler of the people and situations that surrounded him on a daily basis. 

[Sotheby’s, New York - Oil on panel, 47 x 57.2 cm]

[Image description: Three pictures lined up next to each other, all of people using wheelchairs with the FreeWheel attachment on the front. The first is of a person playing soccer on a beach, the second of a person hiking on a trail in front of large boulders, and the third of a person in front of an impressive building.]

Freewheel Wheelchair Attachment

Whether you have a rigid frame or a FOLDING wheelchair, the FreeWheel is your ticket to Freedom, Independence, and increased Mobility.

With the FreeWheel your wheelchair casters are lifted off the ground, turning your chair into a 3-wheeler, so you simply roll over any obstacle: curbs, dirt trails, grass, gravel, snow, and sand.            

No more wasting energy and slowing down to pop a wheelie.

The FreeWheel comes with all you need to set it up on your chair. The initial installation takes approximately 15 min., after that the FreeWheel clamps on in seconds.

This is… really, really cool.

Fliegel, Labrador Retriever (2 y/o), CCI Graduation, Medford, NY • Fliegel graduated professional training, learning more than 50 commands that will help him assist his person. • “I’ve known him for only a week, but he loves his belly rubbed. He’s a pulling dog, so he’ll help me be more mobile and independent at college.”

One very thorough study of “children’s independent mobility,” conducted in urban, suburban, and rural neighborhoods in the U.K., shows that in 1971, 80 percent of third-graders walked to school alone. By 1990, that measure had dropped to 9 percent, and now it’s even lower.

‘I know I’m not going to make it through this.’

I can’t remember the exact words but that’s the gist of it.

I know I responded by telling her to ‘stop it with this dying shit’. She was shocked because I’m not someone who swears much.

As best friends we were total teenagers. Grown women with lives and families and children and, despite living on opposite sides of the country, we still spoke on the phone every day, sharing the ups and supporting each other in the downs. Along the way we’d both had some big ups and downs to deal with but the current down was her health, and it was a doozy. She was going in for surgery the next day which it was hoped would give her back slightly more mobility and independence.

It was the middle of the night when she rang me and she couldn’t sleep so we were just shooting the breeze really, trying to keep her mind off the surgery in the morning.

Only she didn’t make it through the surgery.

And it’s no consolation that her actual last words to me were ‘love ya’.

10 years next April. I ‘love ya’ too.