No Justice

Dianne just left Aunie and Gabe to drive up to the cabin, a two hour drive to the semi-wilderness of Utah. Gabe’ family owns a cabin there (now accessible) and Gabe tries to go there as much as he possibly can. Dianne never gets to go because she has this weird rule that if I cannot go there then she will not go. But she has also not been able to see Aunie as much lately as she would like and took this trip as an opportunity to spend time with the both of them. I assured Dianne I would be just fine batching it or the weekend and off she went. Actually Dianne got the opportunity this morning so not a whole lot of planning has been made. Dianne called me at work and ever since then have been trying to figure out what to do with almost 48 hours of unsupervised time and most immediate, what to do tonight. Simple head back to the free crip movie house. I was excited.

Thank god it was a fast day for me. I had a “Retreat” for one of the boards I sit on. I spent the last part of the morning I was in my office trying to find the email I had received the announcement on—I could not find it, the email. All that I Had was the notice I had written to my Groupwise(E-calendar). I grabbed a fast lunch at Taco Time then droved to the building I thought the meeting was at—it wasn’t. The ditz behind the desk had not a clue. I figured the meeting would be at the Utah non-profit Corp. building, a older building, cheap in rent but accessible only by assistive technology. Now, keep in mind each one of these places I got out of my van meaning I had first to transfer into the driver’ seat drive to where I thought the meeting might be then transfer back into the chair all of which is major labor intensive .Anyway I got to the building, down loaded used the lift to get to the officer to find out the meeting was just a half a block from where I initially was. Then to top this off the lift door would not open to allow me to go back down to the van. Luckily Joe Maitainence just happened to be in the building but unluckily Joe could not figure out the problem and a call was placed to the elevator guy who was luckily in the neighborhood. Then even more luckily Joe messed with the latch the elevator srprung to life and I was set free to get to my retreat an hour into my meeting.

By the time got home I was exhausted from the multiple transfers—my back was in agogny from something gone wrong with my seating system causing me great pain just to sit in my power. So, I am staying in on my “free” night. I m going to blog, read my SK and watch a little tube. Maybe tomorrow, after a night’s rest and a visit to Mom, maybe I’ll try the movies again…sigh