For
a split second I really thought I could do it. Yesterday I was
delighted when I received a call from Mark Anthony indicated he was
in that area of the apartment and was it okay if he dropped by and of
course I said yes. I must confess I was a bit self-serving, not
letting on to Mark at the time of the call that I needed some
assistance in some emergency chair repair and the possible effects on
an idea on my outside porch/patio.
Yesterday
morning when I tumbled into my power chair and tried to fix my
wheelchairs left arm to the chair . There is/was plastic latch On the
base of the seat of the chair which when pressed locks the arm in the
chair so I can use it to pull myself up to a sitting position through
the day. Well number of months ago I broke a lever but there's enough
left to move the latch in and out I was okay but somehow I had
finally managed to destroy the last partition of the latch in the arm
would not stay fixed. This was a bit of a pain I could get by until
Monday I suppose and try to find a replacement lever but since I had
the backup chair which is essentially the same chair I was hoping
that it had an intact lever and when Mark checked it out indeed it
did and it was relatively easy to pull that piece off and replace the
broken piece on my chair and is back in business. Problem solved!
Happy face. In the process of the repair I mentioned to my son that I
didn't really plan on taking a class this semester. I was as amazed
at how crestfallen he seemed that I wasn't going on with my senior
education career. This made me think well if Mark is bummed out what
will the rest of my public feel? I was quite frankly amazed at how
many people supported me in my efforts. So this morning I woke and
thought “why not take the next class which I assume is ' Basic
Drawing'. I had been eyeing this class sense I finished the last. To
be honest besides the physical rigor of dragging my equipment back
and forth the class I didn't register because I really didn't know
how even though I somehow figure it out last semester. So once again
I tried to do it online and could not do it and called the
Registration Help Line who tried to help me out but couldn't figure
it out either just asked me to come in which I did and soon I was
registered me to go.
I
was pumped, no question about it, the college was abuzz with students
prepping for the new year. The register's office is in the student
center where the cafeteria, bookstore and other stuff resides.
There's lots of young folk run around lots of energy and it felt
great. The only class I could get was offered on Tuesdays and
Thursdays from 5:30 PM to 745 PM! Really, that's a long time at the
end of the day and not because I'm old but maybe because I AM old. I
just cannot see myself schlepping all my stuff between my apartment
and the art class and back in the late afternoon to early evening. I
also dealing with the problem of my butt feeling a little bit
sensitive. I need to be relaxing and almost getting pressure off my
backside after being up all day. I just can't see it so I'm going to
drop the class tomorrow I guess when I figure out how to do that. I'm
sure there's a process I'm sure I'm not the only one. Now if I can
only push myself to keep drawing in my little apartment studio…
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