Role Away From The Table

 

Tomorrow is 1 September and I'm right in the middle of writing and trying to print and mail my monthly kid letters. I'm rather proud of myself for begin this project almost a week earlier than usual. I usually wait until the exact first day of the new month. But I felt like doing something different this month. So with that in mind I was kind of a kind of hoping my weekly assist meeting would be canceled. When I made the call to find out momentarily I thought I was going to be able to miss the meeting because I was informed that the annual Utah Housing Coalition meeting this year the event is in Midway, a quasi-resort community a good distance away from Salt Lake. I could do a whole post on Utah Housing Coalition and how they were taken over by filthy bankers and realtors but that's for another day. The director of Assist, Inc. is actually giving a presentation so the whole office is closed down so staff could attend. Andrea's was my rep from Assist, Inc. and the guy who runs the Tuesday morning group decided not to go citing too much work so there is going to be a meeting and I went even though I should be home drafting letters, printing letters and envelopes to get ready to post tomorrow. Obviously, now I'm not going to have that luxury of sending these documents out on the first. Maybe I can send about 75% out that's better than nothing and bottom-line this is my project anyway.

When I got to Assist this morning it look like the whole office was shut down the door was locked and the lights are off. I thought to myself oh crap he went anyway but then I noticed movement then Andreas opened the door and we had a quiet little meeting. The other person on the advisory board didn't show up either which meant we were able to bullet through all the funding requests. We got a lot done which is kind of rare. We talked a lot, short of gossip regarding the boss of the Agency and a couple of the other members of the team. It was kind of fun and productive. I was totally irresponsible but I had my heart set on having another meal at the Market Street Grill so I made my way over to market Street and actually ordered fish and chips. They're not as good as the product I get from the truck that comes through every couple weeks cost is about the same: expensive. But that's the end of my excursions to MSG. I really have to start eating less.

I slept poorly last night so I'm looking forward to getting some sack time this evening. I may try to address a couple more envelopes but I don't think I'll do anymore letters tonight. My printer has been a real struggle – – remember it was acting up on me the other day? Well, I had my home health professional, Tristan find the cord and plug it in to the printer and said printer began spewing out backed up prints requests like Biblical demons leaving the possessed. So I'm back in business. But not tonight. Now, I think I'm going to take it easy and relax for the rest of the evening look forward to tomorrow I have a lunch appointment with an old work buddy, I know I know I've got eat less started tomorrow…okay

Impulse Control Please!

 

I get so frustrated with myself. I'm just so impulsive I try not to be, I try to be a little conservative when I purchased things but sometimes I just get this wild urge to hit the “Commit button” on the purchase of an item but I'm looking at on the Internet, usually books because they're cheap and even if you screw up is not that big a deal. For some people they have no problem sending things back but for me I always end up getting screwed so I never really buy anything big/important on the Internet however, I do buy a lot of books or some books.

It's Monday so I figure out check my mail spent about a week since last time I went all the way down to the mailboxes and checked out my little square cubicle. I used to check daily then realized all I did was remove the junk mail and throw it all away. I finally got most everything that's relatively important like recurring purchases like my X infinity, and a couple other subscription services being paid right out of my bank account so I really don't need the paper anymore. I figure I'm saving trees as well as saving the consternation of having to file all that mail which is absolutely worthless. Fortunately, I have had no issues with missed payments or anything like that so I guess I'm okay. Except for the fact that leaves only junk mail massing in my mailbox and needs to be downloaded once a week. Today, I noticed the book I ordered a week ago or so finally arrived. The volume probably came on Thursday or Friday of last week and has been patiently sitting in the mailbox ever since. I've been sawing through a Robert Ludlum that I procured from the library upstairs a couple weeks ago. It's been a good read but pretty violent. Don't know why but I ordered another Ludlum as I was getting towards the end of this volume. For some reason I didn't realize this guys a same one who wrote the Bourne trilogy. I wanted to get a volume that was written in this decade at least so not reading anything closer than the name Robert Ludlum I ordered this volume. I knew it was coming but I knew I had time so I wasn't really too anxious. When I saw there is a book in with all the junk mail I knew it was my new Robert Ludlum and imagine my frustration when I finally opened the shipping envelope the book was in and realized the novel is not by Robert Ludlum he's just like the guy it adds his name to whatever this other guy is writing. And I'm going to own this is not like they were trying to sell this book is a Robert Ludlum book (though they were trying to make it look like it was I know that). This guy supposedly writes like the other writer Robert Ludlum but we'll see if he's any good. It's just frustrating. Luckily in the meantime before it made the mistake to order this volume got a wild hair and actually ordered a book byHemingway, A Movable Feast a writer's experience about his time in pre-World War II Paris. I like Hemingway what little I've read of him and I've should've read more me after all the sky blues brings out in Sun Valley Idaho back in the middle 60s. What a shame suicide is such a waste. Anyway plan to read the feast then read this new guy writing under Robert Ludlum's name. This should take me through the fall…

Sometimes You Need A Little Help

 

I spend large part of my life trying to be independent. I think about this all the time, particularly now as I age and every day I wonder if this is going to be the day I cannot get myself out of bed or the day that I won't be able to dress myself or take care of myself and other ways. I cannot believe how fortunate I am to be at this point in my life and to be is independent as I am. As the dedicated reader knows I have attendant care commission now three days a week for showers and bowel care. I've been fudging this last two weeks when I've gotten hold of a new caregiver actually slip on my shorts and my shoes. I dressed myself from then on but you would not believe how much of an assist that is. I I can undress myself and roll into bed entirely on my own. I love this. I can do this because I have power everything. A power chair which can flatten the knowing my body so I can scoot close on and off. Have a power bed which raises and lowers which allows me always to be able to be elevated above the target I plan to transfer into whether it my bed at night are my chair giving up the next morning. It has not happened yet but I don't know will happen during a power outage. This kind of freaks me out. I don't totally focus on it but I would like to figure out a way to store electricity for just such an event. Something with enough storage to allow me to elevate our lower my bed somewhere with my chair. If I have to endure an extended power shortage I don't know what I would do. I still maintain my manual chair and I do think I could use that should I need to but I would definitely need to assist into and out of. I'm trying not to bring myself down actually in fact us trying to use this as a lead-in to my next comment and what this postings really about.

I first noticed about midweek when I had my board meeting. I was not able to print either the agenda or the minutes from the last meeting. Luckily there are enough printers around this facility I was able to go to somebody's office who printed them off for me. They didn't give me any problem after all the meeting was the board meeting for the organization that owns this property so I could say was work related. Today however I needed to print one of the new kid letters for this next month and of course the printers not being recognized. Not sure why but it's going to be something I'm going to have to help Mark Anthony come over I think the link me up again. I fantasize I would be able to achieve this task if are able to get behind the printer are the CPU when I need to test your connections are solid and secure. While checking out the printer I of course dropped the connecting power cord which totally made the system worthless. Had I been thinking this morning after breakfast I would had marked more to the apartment and find out what's wrong with my computer's printer. I didn't. So, tomorrow I'll have Ted come over the plug my printer back in and see if fact solves the problem. I don't think it will and will have to probably call Mark Anthony to see if he has anytime this week to run by the apartment. This is a great example of not being able to be independent as much as I would like and I hate to believe that is what kids are for the truly beginning to wonder…

I Got Framed!

 

I really had other plans for how the day was going to turn out. Like so many things in my life everything turns on a spin of my wheels. I had planned to start my day after dressing and making a little breakfast by doing my last 30 minutes of my weekly workout bringing my time under exercise to 210 minutes. From there I wasn't sure what I had in mind except for maybe going up to the shopping area around 5400 S. and going to the dollar store and getting a few provisions mainly cheese crackers or peanut butter crackers or brick of both. So, as I was getting ready for my workout I put my glasses on the bed and was getting my tablet ready to play some podcasts while I worked out. I knocked my glasses on the floor and I thought to myself right then ' stop and pick up the glasses right now or at least move them out of the way of possibly running over them'. I of course did not thinking I would note exactly where they were at. 10 minutes later I was just finishing preparations when suddenly I heard “crunch” and sure enough I had been a full on it of my glasses on the floor. Since I didn't have my glasses on all I can see is a mangled mess. I swept up the mess immediately and to my relief the lenses were intact but the frames were totally destroyed. I immediately put down the tablet and grabbed my cell phone and looked up the next bus leaving Taylorsville for Murray Central Station which is right next to Costco were actually got my glasses. I was taking a trip in the Costco.

Route 47 runs on 30 minute headways so you never really have to wait very long. I actually could've made it on the next bus out that I chose to take the next cycle. Allow me to put together my travel pack in my shoulder pack and not have to rush. I made sure my bus pass was with me and that I had a stick/ To reach things with chilled I need . The morning was perfect for travel no cloud cover but enough smoke to blunt the direct sunlight. I wish I could say there is something exciting which happened on my trip in but to be honest it was just a good ride. Nothing strange happened, no combatants on the bus, the driver was really nice drop me off at the hospital just before the bus turns into Murray central station which allows me to cross a street travel to the hospital campus and over to Costco.

You know, if there is one piece to this trip that was a little annoying it was the gatekeeper at Costco who decide to do a power trip on me and challenge me for my Costco card. My suspicioned that this might happen had my cart out and just past the punk by. The best part about my morning actually was my interactions with the technician at the optometrist section of Costco. I had the remnants of my glasses in the glass case I was provided with my purchased these frames and lenses. She pronounced him dead – – which I already knew. I asked her to check and sure enough they had a backup set of frames which I vaguely remember requesting they do this in preparation for this event. I amaze myself sometimes. 50 bucks that's what it cost I figured out I got out okay. I didn't want to spend any money or put any money on my credit card before the next payment cycle but the ox is in the mire sometimes regard do what you got a do. I was wearing my backup glasses the pair I had before I got these the lenses were pretty well scratched up but they're still usable. The tech took them tightened up everything and having the back and wished me a good day. I stuffed the backup glasses in the glass case put it back in my shoulder bag and then wandered around store wishing I had a way a way to carry things home but sort of glad that I didn't and went for my bus.

Like I said, this is really pretty much a bland entry but perhaps that's the excitement of the bland day, the day where everything goes right even when it goes wrong and you still rollaway with new frames…

Hair Cut Rut

 

I wish I had got my hair cut today. My hair is not at that point where it's out of control shooting everywhere like Einstein theory or photograph. My hair is sister to that point where it's “puffy” on the sides and totally leaves have had marks if I wear when my caps too long. It's not a big deal but I don't want to spend any more money until I get my influx closer to the end of the month are beginning of the month depending on how one looks at something like that. Financially the $10 that the haircut costs me would have no impact on me. I have cash set aside in my “moneybox” for just such events but I just could not get myself motivated to the point the role across the street and get them cut. Now, if I'm going to get myself better looking further end of the week it will have to be tomorrow and I think my hair person will be working tomorrow. If not I can certainly wait till Monday or Wednesday (she does not work on Tuesday when she watches her grandkids).

If I choose to have the haircut tomorrow I can count the effort is having done something productive for the day. Today I counted spending time with my neighbor across the hall, Billie. We visited for about an hour gossiping about our neighbors which is grand fun. Space Billie even shared with me or pepperoni pizza from Domino's my favorite place. To give me to pieces which I cut it into six strips. I like to think it takes me longer to enjoy the pizza somehow is not as fattening if I can stretch out the timestamp on eating the pieces. I wish the local Dominoes was closer – – is not far away but far enough away to make going there to pick up pizza a bit of a challenge. I doubt it but I still might order a pizza for the weekend you know having cold pizza anytime you want from Friday to Monday. I don't know maybe tomorrow I'll wander up to the market for a roast or a streak to get me by the weekend which is totally stupid because it's I've gotten perfectly good food in the freezer as well as in my meat stash in the cupboard on the side of the sink. Corned beef, spam, canned beef and canned chicken I even have canned shrimp and anchovies. I would be a fool to go to the market just because I was bored with what was it closets but that's the way that I am.

I was interested in hearing a couple of his commentators on NPR this afternoon talk about how discouraged or anxious they are feeling because of the events of the world right now. I've heard this refrain over and over this week about the general malaise or anxiety caused by everything especially Covid in the pandemic. I won't lie I guess I have to admit I might even be succumbing to the feelings but quite honestly I think I was already there I think people disabilities already are for the most part a second-class citizens we can get the leftovers anyway. I carry my mask with me everywhere I go of course always on the bus they won't let you ride unless you have a mask. I don't mind the masks, I don't mind social distancing it's a small price to pay for getting out to the movies…

Totems

Finally a reason to leave the apartment and not have to spend any money in the process. Not that I have a problem spending money I just hate spending money just to get out of the house/apartment. It's Thursday that means it's social coffee or the coffee social or get together and hammer for 45 minutes or so before everyone gets bored and leaves. I don't know when I lost the foam rubber insert that my occupational therapist cut for me to help me set straighter in the chair I think I lost it shortly before I took possession of this new chair. In the process I had another occupational therapy type person manufactured me another piece but this new chair is kind of a drag because there is no way in keeping a piece of foam rubber in the side of my chair. So I lost that piece as well. I knew falling down to what used to beUCAT they would have something there that would work. I know they have just a pile of chair cushions that if we took one apart I think we would find some foam rubber which I think would work. I felt was worth a try and was a good justification for a trip and get me out of my chaotic apartment.

UCAT is an amazing program I've always blown away every time I go around back with the Buffmire center and go into this project at all the equipment they have sitting there the new guy over the program is that a great job of forcing ordered this chaos. I wish I could give the command apartment. Anyway, I told him what I needed and we found a couple pieces that actually kind of work which will work until I can figure out where to get a hold is role 1 inch semi-stiff foam. So with performing hand actually balanced on my chair with my pack I headed for home. There's number of buses that serve the Buffmire center but of course I take 217 which is just up the street on Redwood Road and is a straight shot back to the apartment. As I was going up to the intersection of Redwood Road and fifth South I barely missed the bus which passed me by but that's okay. The beauty about Redwood Road and 217 route is that it runs 15 minute headways are a bus every 15 minutes all day long which seems a little overkill to me but I love the service so not to complain. The bus stop for the return trip is right in front of Totems are really great restaurant and bar from a bygone era. In fact I don't believe it's even called Totems anymore and would never know the name of this restaurant is Totems except for the fact that that there are major carvings and would all around the building with the very name everywhere plus a couple of impressive totem poles. I think I only went this restaurant once maybe twice. In an earlier day it was quite a watering hole for state employees from the Buffmire center. There are a number of holiday parties to my recollection there too. I rarely stop there because that was when I was driving my van and I had ever really good reason to get out of the van especially since I lived in Murray which is quite a drive. So I really went to this jewel. The place is still being used as I restaurant but it's never opened at the time that I'm there. I think it's only open in the evening's and perhaps on weekends. I think it's a Mexican restaurant. I really fantasized about going there and ordering a big old steak in a mixed drink but that's for fantasies of days long gone…

Wednesday Wisecracks

 

Does washing clothes count as being productive? If so I've been a little productive regarding today's time. I did my midweek program, read a little bit. On some medical questions I've been trying to deal with this leaned back in my chair trying to stay off my bottom a little bit. I don't know if that qualifies as productive time use or medical intervention/prevention. Either way, I just don't feel like doing enough. On the other hand I was all up for heading down to the closest Chinese restaurant in picking up takeout for tonight but as the time got closer that I would make the trip I kind of talk myself out of the whole adventure. Biggest excuse I used was: do I need to spend this money? I have more than enough money in my petty cash box which I could've or would've used to pay for dinner but still I have perfectly good food here at the house that I can have for dinner. I haven't eaten dinner yet it is getting on the 6:30 PM though I did have a bag of Doritos which I got from B Billie .. I don't know My neighbor across the hall. I have two ears of corn in the refrigerator which I've had in there for a couple weeks now. There was another ear by through the corn away this morning. The ear was on the far side of the package of four pieces. It was the one exposed to the outside air it was a goner. I think the other two members of the pack are okay. I wish I had some hot dogs or that I'd gotten the stake or roast the other day when is at the market so I could've sliced the meat up for cold cuts in whatever I meeting. I'm currently on a mini binge of cleaning out the refrigerator which basically means I'm throwing a wet towel, sticky/Grossarea of the refrigerator and leave it there for a day or so than wiping away whatever comes up. This method takes a lot of patience but is relatively productive provided nobody else on earth looks into the refrigerator. I still have a number of containers in the back of the top shelf that have been in their way past their “best used by” dates in some cases three or four months but hey there cartons of cottage cheese and how bad cannot get? When cottage cheese is kind of bad when it's packed if you ask me. One of the containers about it in going to open the go right into the garbage and the other container all open and see if it's usable and then maybe mix it in with tomorrow's eggs if I choose to do scrambled in the morning before social coffee.

So you can tell I'm rambling because I don't have anything else to really write about which is the big problem most staying in my apartment all day being a recluse and enjoying it. I've had a new home health person for the past week and a half and he'll be here again on Friday. Melanie my usual has been in the hospital for the past week. I can't get much information in the really haven't tried but I am worried about her. She is one of these people who are really low income that I wonder how she survives one week to the next. She's one of those who don't get medical attention until whatever she has is so severe it's life-threatening. One of the reasons she has no medical coverage so I don't know how she's going to cope with a week hospital stay. But she's a survivor even if is against her will most the time but this may be just too much hang in there Melanie… Only if you want to…

Breach!

 

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It's Tuesday and it's one of those weeks when we didn't have an Assist, Inc. meeting which kind of leaves me up in the air and trying to figure out what to do with my time – – which is pretty stupid because I can do anything that I want with my time. It's a beautiful day temperature in the 90s low 90s anyway, I have money a power chair that seems to be working just fine I just don't have the drive our desire to do much. It's a shame that I have to have something in place like a meeting to do something. That's why, I guess, I will never be great and that's okay by me I live a little life, a small life that's about all I can handle :-). However having said that I felt that a better shake my but a little bit and drive around my neighborhood just to say that I'd done something somewhat productive today.

Remember last week or couple weeks ago when I was all acting a little miffed or possibly spooked because I'd gone to feed the ducks and the water is all gone from the canal/ditch where these little bits of wildlife live. I thought it was a sign of the times, I thought it was the drought. I thought somewhere someone made a decision that we need to cut the water off the places like parks and who knows where else. I'm actually it was later following that posting that I ran into somebody who actually knew what happened. There had been a breach in the wall of the canal with the right term is bank whatever it is significant amount of dirt washed away allowing some major flooding upstream from my little park. I mean it's not a very big canal but when I look the canal through unfamiliar eyes I see it's actually a pretty big ditch and if the amount of water rushing through a neighborhood all at one time we really could be some damage especially to houses and apartments with basements. Who would've thunk, Taylorsville has its own little mini disaster mimicking the giant floods that seem to be tormenting this nation right now. Mark Anthony in my examined the remains of the breach a couple weeks ago and saw the captured minnows and other forms of wildlife affected by the disaster both felt bad but I just figured it was the natural course of life. Not to get too philosophical but I began to wonder what happened to the ducks and the geese. The geese are big Canadians migrator S. They'd been by this ditch all spring and summer there were goslings all over the place in fact I was surprised at how many young they had specially with the amount AND I guess raccoons in the area. But the other wild ducks and regular looking white ducks what about them? They just sort of pick up and while away and find new water? I got to wondering just how they do that. Never did find the question are the answer to that question. With relief, last week when we checked the ditch after breakfast the bridge had obviously been mended and the water was flowing at the top of the banks. A big heavy flow of blue/gray water slowly wandering through the ditch. I of course immediately wondered where the ducks were. On my rollaround just now, which I took to ensure that I did something to be of value, I noticed the water still high and placid but very devoid of wildlife. A rolled up and down beside the road by the ditch but didn't see any signs of the wild floaters are domestic floaters as well. Obviously words not gotten out that the ditch is fixed. Imagine the ducks found apartment complexes and perhaps other parks with water and people silly enough to spend an inordinate amount of time bring pieces of white bread and the murky water…

To School or Not To School That Is the Question

This is an actual upside down sketch I did for my art class at Salt Lake Community College

Thankfully the dry weather and most of the heat is back in this summer. It's so difficult to predict anything anymore because times are changing so radically and quickly. I would not be surprised if we have a very warm winter which will exacerbate our drought scenario. I think I've alluded to this before but as much as I would hate to see the warm weather come and increase the drought there's a part of me that would also say maybe one winter or it's kind of warm and kind of enjoyable but I will say no more I don't want to jinx the climate either way. I guess what I was alluding to is the fact that it's the last part of August which means a few more hot days (if I'm lucky) and then the autumn will begin to make its appearance with brisk colder days which also means time for school!

Once again the pandemic changes everything and even though there might be the possibility of an person classes there's the same probability that the whole system will shut down again. I have to really admit that I enjoyed my stint as a art student at the local community college a couple of years ago. I don't know if I would have the strength of stamina to try to do that again especially over our regular semester versus the summer class that I took. I did however totally enjoy being in the artistic academic setting. Yesterday Mark Anthony and myself zoomed the Community college again, the place is just so perfect, many collegiate setting space just down the street from my apartment complex. I mean seriously I could board the bus it would drop me off at the college and if I had the patience reverse the procedure to come home as opposed to rolling back and forth. I don't know if I would take another art class, even though I'd love to, just because it's so physical. I have to tote all my materials back and forth to class. I'm still pondering all this possibility of going back and forth the class in the shortening days of light as well as possible drops in temperature and perhaps even snow and ice. Even if I chose not to do the art part and just attend classes to sit in on lectures and not have to be burdened with the crucible of testing and having to produce a final grade. Actually, attending for the sheer pleasure of learning. I would also hope that amenities such as the cafeteria will be open in hopes of grabbing a cup of coffee and hanging out, you know trying to look cool. But more than that just being somewhere for this other people interested in learning and living. Maybe, if nothing else once classes begin at the community college I can enter the campus as a “Dobie Gillis” and just slide in and out of classes and hang around the college campus looking cool, drinking coffee and shoot in the bull like everyone else…

Broken Chair Blues

 

This is a horrible image I understand that, But it is the only Image I have of this particular issue with my power chair. Once again you know me as the “Destroyer” I don't take pride in writing that but it's just the way that this. Even though I don't mind the moniker of Reckitt Ralph or whatever you want to call me the point is I am the Destroyer. Now you'll remember that I've not been totally delighted with this chair. I've been having a lot of issues recently with the left arm that just is not perform well. Part of the issue I know is that I was used to the old chair and how the arm worked. It raised up and down so I could get in and out of bed without effort our assistance. Now that chair had its drawbacks and limitations I agree but I had gotten used to them and worked around them and adapted to them quite well. I wore the chair of , no question, I'm just having to do it all over again.

Last night as I went to bed totally thankful for such a great day with a power chair that worked relatively well. I had misjudged the night before and had not plugged in the charger as I should've selected. So the power chair did not charge at all leaving me with about 75% charge to the chair. I'm sure I could've gone and done anything I'd wanted yesterday but with the weather being kind of cool as in temperature and the fact I had a good book to read I just hung out at the apartment pretty much enjoyed the day and so last night I made double sure the charger was plugged in the green ready light was flashing I plugged in for the night. It was when I rolled over and bed and looked back at my chair realizing that a piece of the chair that I think is kind of important, a piece that I had already been to the point where my wheelchair technician has indicated he is sending for more parts to replace the one part that I bent and somewhere during the day yesterday I'd sheared off completely. It looked like a broken leg or something. I don't know when I broke it during the day I kind of remember hearing something pop but I hear a lot of pops with this chair snap some pops not so much crackle but the others for sure. It probably didn't help matters that I had kind of used the piece of technology as a handhold device when I pulled myself over in bed during the night which I do quite a bit during the night. On my old chair to chair actually had handholds or grab bars on the sides of the chair, which I don't know if that was the intent but certainly assisted me in turning on my side during the night when I slept would wake up and have to readjust myself – – – all night long seemed. Well the point is now I somehow just wore the peace out. No not that I need an excuse but there really is a fragile piece of technology and it's a poor place to put it the piece is a problem waiting to happen. There is a bolt on either end of the shaft which I think spins to liberally and I spun it to liberally which I think limits the amount of motion on the arm of the chair which makes it so I can barely lift the piece high enough or lower the arm low enough to safely make the transfer. I really demand a lot out of my equipment to be independent. Now, my technician has ordered new pieces in which I think are the same ones I just destroyed. I want to make a commitment that I would be very careful and not really mess with the new fix but I know it's just a short time before I destroy it. The upside is that this morning when I got up out of bed I maneuvered the arm up and down and it seemed to work just fine. I transferred into my chair and very easily was able to anchor the part into its slot and walk it up and I been able to use the chair just fine. The signals to me that maybe the pieces in all that important maybe just discounted for show. If I can get by without that piece on all be okay the next time I snap the rod. Maybe I'm just being irresponsible once again making excuses for my destruction…

Sundial

 

I'm totally impressed with my son Mark Anthony and myself to have consistently hung out every Sunday morning this summer. Sometimes we're joined by a granddaughter, Jasmine who graces us with her presence when she doesn't have to work too late the night before ours of with a friend camping out for doing a houseboat weekend down in St. George or some other water mass. But usually it's Mark and me meeting at what are two restaurants having breakfast, visiting about the week's events and each other's status. I didn't think I'd ever say this but actually, I'm at the point now where I could probably forgo the breakfast per se and just do the activity we been doing lately.

Last year Mark invested in a scooter, electric scooter, which he uses to get them back and forth from his home to the track station and then to work, on the good days. Recently, he even got a new scooter when there was issues develop with his older version. It carries the scooter in the back of his vehicle on the days that are nice and we have the time, following breakfast we like to “zoom”. Zoom is the verb we use to describe headed out on our electric vehicles and exploring the areas were interested in. We spent the first days zooming around the park adjacent to my apartment complex as well as ranging around my neighborhood. We are quite limited when using my older chair because of the limited battery capacity. Sometimes, I found out too late I had not plugged in my chair appropriately the night before and didn't get a good charge for Sunday. With the new chair we've had some great experiences cruising around the area. I wish I could go a little bit faster than my 6.2 mph but I grown to accept and enjoy my speed limitation. Mark Anthony is great as far as accepted my limited speed but were able to go to the places we've gone so far enjoy each other's company on the trip. For example last week, we finally were able to explore the Salt Lake community college or SL CC. We went all around the campus from one end to the other. I've been on this campus quite a bit for my art class couple years ago and I thought I knew the place but it seems that I hadn't opened my eyes enough. I found this great sculpture, this rock sticking up out of the concrete it was only on closer inspection that I realized this rock was actually a stylus (I think that's what you call it) for a sundial! Not only did one estimate a gauge the time of day (when the sun was out) one can also check to see what quarter or season the world was in. It actually had the Vernal and autumnal equinox markings. It was just cool. It's interesting to know this stuff academically, to study this in one class or another but to actually run up against the actual “working” version is something else. We walked and we talked and we zoomed the college campus. Mark Anthony remarked how great the time it been and how much it was similar to our “Kid Day” adventures when we often just descended out of the old Cadillac or whatever vehicle we were using and started exploring the territory downtown Salt Lake be in one of our favorites as well as Trolley Square. We've talked about perhaps finding a restaurant in the downtown area or on the east side downtown area zooming that part of Salt Lake. I'm hoping will have more time in the upcoming weeks before the bad weather comes for winter – – but who knows? Maybe the global warming will greatly expand our zoom. Him and I and you will and will and will and will and will will will will will so as a you a you and I this will one is the will and will…

Questions

 

I'm quite fascinated at how many postings I have about shoes or rather the shoes in my life. Every time I want to post a new item about the shoe I've met, past or contemplated I feel it's a new posting it's only after I go to the website and do a search for the word “shoe” that I'm flabbergasted at how many entries I've made regarding shoes which are made an impact on me.

Sadly I must confess that I've not documented every shoe that I've passed would sort of makes you feel bad I would like to have. Today's offering for example was that I initially passed up this shoe as eyes out and about riding the bus system. It was after I had passed the shoe and I thought about why do I pass up this beautiful representation of foot covering? I was just being too lazy because there is nothing in my day that was so important that I could not take a few minutes to document this shoe. Once again I would love to know the story of this shoe and how it ended up on the sidewalk. Like why is there only one shoe? Did the owner know that when she was missing? Was this shoe part of an outfit or costume? Perhaps the shows a discard from a single leg amputee who just didn't need the other shoe. So many conceivable answers that I will never know what was real answer.

The shoe looks righteous I don't think this shoe is returning to be anything else than what it is a shoe probably more correctly a boot.I remember correctly the boot was not far from the library track station. I just gotten off the train and was headed over to the Assist office for my meeting. I got the feeling this boot didn't necessarily want to be there. The boot was there because I'm instant of violence was visited upon the owner and the boot was left behind. The most gruesome possibility in my estimation was that the owner of the boot was crossing TraX – – the Salt Lake light rail – – drunk and confused simply did not hear the train approaching, and his drunken state or her, and Bam the train hit the individual taking the individual with the momentum of the train and strangely leaving the one boot behind. That was the most grim there is also the possibility of crossing the street having the same confrontation with an automobile under the same circumstances and once again leaving one boot behind while the other boot was cut off the individual and the ambulance up to the University Hospital. Perhaps the most exotic and my favorite was that once again in the drunken state the was in mid- step when the tractor beam descends from the saucer shaped vehicle hovering above the track station in the early morning hours. The individual unfortunately is now a specimen of Earth harvested by the collectors with one boot and the other boot sadly left behind…

Papers Please!

I hate to admit the fact that I'm a bit of an alarmist sometimes. I don't think I'm psychosomatic or that I think I'm ill all the time it's just that I tend to worry when I do start eliciting symptoms of one sort or another. This summer I had the scare with the skin breakdown and was lucky enough to have almost immediate input from what healthcare provider's and actually cleared up the wounded to three weeks. I felt I was getting the skin breakdown but kept asking my home health person who said she couldn't find anything or see anything that I looked and found it myself started the process. So, the certainly increased my my worry that something might be wrong with me I'm taking no chances.

This last week's the local area than going through a fairly significant temperature reduction, rain and lots of wind to say nothing of the lightning and thunder. The kind of exciting except for now I'm sniffling a little bit I can't tell whether it's just a cool weather, possible pollen are maybe just maybe the dreaded Covid variant! Last week my home health person was coughing her head off and, for the first time I was contacted by the agency to assure me that she had tested twice negative. Up until that instant I had didn't even think she might have the Covid. She says she's been vaccinated twice and I've been vaccinated twice so I felt relatively secure. But she tested negative so I'm okay for sure at least from her. Now however as I watch the news seeing more and more “breakthrough” incidents the people with two vaccinations and I'm here in a while talk about the booster shot. This seems to be a lot of pros and cons regard to booster shots even from the ethical standpoint of being the first world country and all the benefits we have especially being double vaccinated when there's so many other countries that have not even had one vaccination. I guess I have no compunction about growing up and getting my booster. As a senior with a disability I just can't risk not getting the booster vaccination regardless of what's going on in the second and third world populations. I wish it wasn't the case but fortune is his fortune does. Last night on the local news I think it was the first time I started hearing people talk about being able to be eligible for booster vaccination eight months after your second vaccination. I started worrying about just where was my vaccination card. I knew that I had one and I thought that I stuck it somewhere I could actually get it if I needed to relatively quickly. Again, as I watch the news and started seeing different stories about programs and services admitting people only if they can produce a card showing their vaccination history. That really hasn't been a big issue yet in Salt Lake let's begin to sound more and more like it might become that. So this morning, as I was heading out the door to go to coffee I noticed sticking out of the corner of my corkboard my vaccination record! I had it and have it right here. I am generally not that responsible sometimes I really surprised myself for the better. Well I've taken the image of the card down and I think I'm going to get this laminated. I don't know if there is room on the back to register that date of the booster shot but I'm going to keep the card correct get at it and keep the card safe because I think were wandering into a world where you going to have to produce your records on demand…

Wednesday– –Mid-week Miracle

I'm not sure if today's rainstorm was a true life miracle. I mean no one is calling the rainstorm a miracle yet but you got a remember we live in a state that's governed by miracle Loven Saints. In fact a couple weeks ago our governor, the governor of the great state of Utah, asked the constituents to consider praying for rain. I don't know if today's rainstorm or storms is a natural that prayer but certainly holds as much weight as seagulls gobbling crickets, in my book.

The storms are significant enough in some parts of the state to cause widespread flooding causing damage and in some cases death. As a cold front came through great winds accompanied and didn't make any significant change in the fire situation when lies but I do think the rain has helped to abate the fires a little bit. Now of course in some areas there has been fires the past couple years living terrible burn scars that when water is added turns into significant mudslides. It's kind of spooky I don't know how these people are coping. I keep waiting for some tragedy happened this apartment complex but so far nothing to destructive as happened. I guess I should count my blessings.

I didn't have anything else to do any better today. Tomorrow is the day I usually wash close past couple weeks of ending up super early and doing the deed before coffee social but today I figured I was close enough and I was washing a number of towels which would round out a full load. So I washed clothes and that was the most significant thing I did all day except if you count finally making the sloppy Joe's I've been threatening all week actually last two weeks. As I said earlier the rain came down torrentiality for about an hour accompanied with great lightning and major reports of thunder it was beautiful.

Sadly I must confess I've began using more and more sloppy Joe mix or fixings for sloppy Joe for a can whether it's can of generic sloppy Joe mix or that ever present Man which. It's not that I rely totally on the can of sloppy Joe mix, I certainly add my ingredients such as onions and green pepper at least sometimes like to be added by healthy squirt of mustard and I should've thrown in some olives but I didn't. If I had a little can of mushrooms I would've thrown them in for sure. Can of Manwich. As it turned out sloppy Joe's are pretty good. I even ran across the way and went to the fast food joint adjacent to our property got a bag of chips. For a perfect pre-autumn dark and rainy night dinner while watching E T.

So,I can't say the governor of the state of Utah was able to pull off a latter-day miracle by asking the state citizens to pray for rain. I'm not sure even with the rain that we acquire today in the chaos and heartbreak the precipitation caused if the event even made a change in the state's water needs – – after all I suppose anything helps one never knows where miracle comes from even on a Wednesday…

Because I' M Worth It! :-)

 

Remember yesterday when I was totally bummed out because there was nothing resource wise at least from my home healthcare provider to assist with emergency coverage because my home health person, Melanie indicated she was too sick to provide my morning program and shower. I even defaulted to the point where I would do an evening program but my providers only response was they would see if they could get a hold Melanie to see if she would do that!? I spoke with Melanie she sounds like death warmed over. The fact the agency pretty much told me to work it out with Melanie because they didn't have anyone who could provide backup. When I visited with Melanie she said there is no way she could do it and that she would come in in the morning. The way she sounded I didn't think that was a reality but what could I say. I pushed the envelope a little bit longer didn't have a bowel movement and decided hopefully Tuesday would be better. I guess if there's a silver lining it was that I told Melanie if she was going to do that she had to come in on our earlier in this case seven a.m.

This morning at 7 AM the door opened and in walked Melanie. I can honestly say I was shocked at how ill Melanie looked. You got a realize Melanie the small person when she's healthy but she was deathly sick this morning. And realize that even with my help she still has to get me up in my lift push me all around the bathroom from my power chair to the toilet and back again when I'm done with my shower. She was so weak she could barely move me around and she was crying while doing this. I felt devastated the guilty for having to be the person that she had to drag yourself out of bed to serve. I felt rushed I felt insecure for trying to finish up sooner than probably I should of but luckily nothing happened today. Oh, the reason I had the 7 AM time was because today was Tuesday which means I have my Assist, Inc. meeting. Seriously this meeting is at 11 AM but I have to make sure that I am going to be able to get showered and then dressed in time to get down to the office to take part in the meeting. I made the meeting and better yet I got paid!

I know I'm a volunteer advisory board member and in the old days when my buddy David ran this program he worked out a deal but where the participants could get a small stipend every six or eight weeks seemed like. It is never very much money on what else they would rather not take the money but we all do and a couple of the participants over the years has really needed the stipend smalls of this. Anyway, today Andreas presented us with a sealed envelope our stipend. I was shocked because I had heard the new management of Assist, Inc. was not going to continue the stipend program but obviously they rethought the idea and I ended up with $88! I have no idea how they figure this out but I wasn't would argue. I use this “shot in the arm” to head back down to Market Street Grill for my favorite bowl of clam chowder and the hard artesian bread. I figured I was worth it. I could've got more I'm really dying to try their fish and chips which would've been like $15 and I certainly could've covered it with the change of my wallet but I decide to stick with the soup and bread and felt very special for my volunteer efforts…A

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Monday Madness

As a general rule my life runs pretty smoothly all things considered. However, there always seems to be glitches and they always come at the wrong time maybe that's what makes than the glitches. Today is August 16 the day that I made arrangements with IHC wheelchair shop to come and pick up my new chair for repairs. And I could emphasize “new” and the irony that I'm sending it back to the shop less than five months after I took possession but I'm not going to do that. It's somewhat astounding that I'm actually willing to give up the chair and is not like I had the choice anyway because the chairs regained to fail more and more in different ways which is really limiting my ability to be independent and quite frankly scaring the snot out of me. So today is Monday and I'm counting on the fact that it is Monday that Melanie would be here and go through the process of my program and shower and in the meantime I would switch out chairs which means I would have to move the cushion from this chair, the new chair, have a placed in the backup chair which a be no big deal since I'll be out of the chair while I'm going through my program. So of course I have everything ready to go and 8 AM rolls around and no Melanie, 8:30 AM no Melanie 9:00 AM no Melanie so I make a call to Select Home Health, my provider, and no one answers. This goes on all morning and finally after the lunch hour I get a hold of Cambrai the office staff informs me that Melanie is sick. So essentially I don't have anyone coming. Which means I don't have a way to make the switch from one chair to the other. Of course the IHC wheelchair staff will not assist me in transferring physically. No one knows how to run the left or want to take the time for me to try to talk them through. I'm hoping that worst-case scenario I transfer onto my bed the IHC medical staff move the chairs around switch cushions and that I switch back to the back of chair. This is the best case scenario the worst-case scenario is that I had up having to reschedule for another day that my home health person might be here and do the switcheroo. I might have to call my brother my son to help with the switch that might be the best bet. I was kind of hoping that Ted the maintenance guy here at the project would be around and I could talk him help me transfer chairs but so far that is been a no go.

I cannot remember if I scheduled myself for an early pick up her later pickup… I actually think I did the early pick up thinking I want to have it done with. Now mind you, this is just an evaluation of the issues my chair is experiencing. That means that depending on what is found I'll have to go through this whole song and dance again when they do the actual repair to the chair. It's always too complicated that doesn't need to be this dramatic. This is just the chair forget the whole concept that I still have to poop, which I have not done since Friday, and then shower and then probably redress again for the rest of my day once I get my program finished or maybe I'll just roll around naked for the rest of the night after almost 3:00 pm

Beautiful Dreamer

 

No Image Saturday

 
Not much going on today, Saturday it's a catch-up day, month and I'm doing a whole Lotta catch-up and I need to be doing something since I don't have a cleaning person to keep my apartment from becoming a land of desolation. A kind cleaned out the refrigerator. Actually, I was looking for the last of the bacon I made last week. I had this illusion of building of building an omelette. It's been forever since I've done the morning cooking. I knew I had an onion and had three fourths of a green pepper add to that food bank shredded cheese a quart of liquefied egg that I got the from the food bank towards the end of last year. I found the egg solution was rummaging around the fridge looking for the bacon. But I reserve the last item needed for this omelette which would be, the will to cook.
I was surprised at how well this omelette came together especially since I kept running into things I had to do before I could build the omelette and I'm not even counting process in the vegetables. I had a host of plastic containers with “food” inside which now would qualify as a science experiment by any qualified laboratory. There were things stuck to the surface of the refrigerator flat spaces. I found eggs but I think were hard-boiled at one time and I felt needed to be handled like hand grenades just waiting to be agitated enough to explode. Old cartons of cottage cheese half used, same with sour cream and bags of fruit which had gone around the corner at some point in the last two quarters of the year. I had to be careful that this refrigerator cleansing did not become a full event and take over the building of my omelette. I could really see this happening. I still have to get back in the refrigerator believe piles of rags soaked with hot water on surfaces in the hopes of removing all the gunk that's accumulated over the last year or so. But,I chopped up a fourth of the remaining green pepper and onion and bacon and after washing my skillet I started the process of cooking. Mind you I also opened the carton of liquid eggs and poured a portion into a stainless steel mixing bowl and tested the liquid to see if it was still viable which should seem to be – – I was amazed! The help that yesterday while listening to Radio West they talked about how worthless the “best used by” phrase on packaging with just a scam for the most part.
I wish I taken an image of a omelette, very rarely does an omelette turnout is beautiful as this one. I of course cooked half of the processed vegetables and bacon then added the eggs than a good portion of shredded cheese – – I mean a good portion because as I was shaking the bag in a giant clump filled into the mix – – turn down the heat let the items cook and cook at low heat. I even managed to keep the whole thing together and flipped the omelette which is half the size of the frying pan over to finish the cooking process. The only ingredient I wish I'd had was mushrooms, any kind dried, regular or even a can of mushrooms. It didn't matter the omelette was great I outdid myself the sender's own care to see it…

A Lucky Friday The 13th

 

That's right, it's Friday the 13^th but so far I must report that has not been a bad day in fact it's been a great day. I hadn't checked my mail for a couple of days. I started checking every couple of days since election to get is mailers and brochures and come ons but occasionally I get a surprise to what a great surprise I got to be a true life letter! The letters from one of my favorite people one of my granddaughters! Brisa. There's nothing more enduring, I think, the child's struggle to write something in their own hand. Was nothing more honest than a letter written in pencil. I can remember those days of writing my grandparents and been so frustrated because at the end the letter was nothing but a bunch of erasers and rewrites. Honest as it was I don't think the grandparents are all that impressed but I remember sitting down trying. What does seven fully impressed today's letter was a two pager! I find hundred letter as seen in the photo and underneath that letter is another handwritten document the recipe for bread. I'm so impressed I don't know how she knew I have a warm spot for bread in my life. I used to make bread a lot. I love the whole process particularly the kneading process. I love pounding down the dough over and over letting the dough rest then during the process over again for as long as I want. I'm intrigued with the recipe Brisa sent me. It is a recipe for one loaf of bread called for only one and a half cups of flour. As I said I used to make bread every weekend getting up early on a Saturday sometimes grinding my own wheat into flour. For two loaves I always used about 6 cups of flour. I'm intrigued however and I look forward to trying out the weather have cupper and see how it turns out. I'm sure I'll have to fight myself for not added more flour but we'll see what comes.

I thought about going out today it be in Friday and all. But elected just to stay in. I still might run to the market this evening but the really isn't anything I need. I am thinking of getting a can of sloppy Joe mix but really why do that when I couldn't mix it so much better myself? I have everything I need. Green pepper, onion, brown sugar, salt and pepper tomato sauce and of course hamburger. I even picked up a fresh bag of hamburger buns this morning from the sharing shelf. Just a whole bunch of bread came in last night from one of the local markets. So it's kind of silly to pick up a can of sloppy Joe mix just because it's better and I can do it. I don't know if I have enough energy left to mount such a task but maybe just maybe. It's Friday night need I say more? And oh, yes I do feel lucky on this Friday the 13th…

Tooth Time In The Chair

 

I'm so proud of myself. I had a morning altering event happen early on and continued on with my day happily if not cautious. I was a little discouraged on waking at 3:45 AM and knowing that I'm not going back to sleep, which wasn't quite true but basically, I a ended up sleeping a little bit longer till about 4:45 AM. I don't know if it was just Thursday and I hadn't had anything planned for today is my in between day as far as home health folks go. I'm totally on my own and I love it. Thursday is also coffee social be that's always exciting but my goal was to to get my wash going super early and have it done by coffee.

[I was out the door by 6 o'clock in my bathrobe zipping down to the laundry and got my wash started. I want to get my self dressed to be on my day so I quickly shaved was in the process of putting on my shorts when I, like a dummy, was trying to hold my leg lifting device with my mouth when I felt something strange in my mouth and of course I had broken my front tooth. Actually I don't think I had broken it I had just lost the covering that Dr. Alan Anderson had put on a couple months ago. As I said I was just pleased beyond report that there is no pain associated with losing this covering. I'm pretty sure the Doc will be able to fix the problem fairly quickly and I hope economically. However even if this is pricey, I can always use the cost on my next recertification next year for medical costs. Perhaps this is a naïve way of dealing with the high cost of dental work but whatever gets you through the day. After all this is the guy who provides me with great Christmas gifts but dropped off a couple jars of salsa and a humongous bag of chips just a couple days ago. I guess it all works out in the end. So, my day has developed to include a trip to the dentist at 3:30 PM and hopefully a recapping of my front tooth. I just have to be careful and stop using my teeth this tools. I'm thankful that I'm still operating with most of my teeth, granted I've got some major gaps here there top and bottom but that's okay. I can still eat steak under other pieces of meat one has to chew, I enjoy the raw nuts when I eat on a fairly regular basis and in general able to chew all that I desire. Though I must admit I'm amazed at how many repairs that I they have purchased  for easy cxhewing and sometimes wonder what it would be like to live on a diet that I did not have to masticate very much. I think it be challenging but I could do it and feel ahead of fairly good quality of life. After all, I'm 70 years old what more could I expect…?

Early Morning Chaos

 

Kasey, my occupational therapist, actually made this wonderful contraption which sits next to my bed. It's actually a piece of furniture, built on casters it has a number of shelves, wooden pegs and angles on which I can hang things like the pendant which operates my electric bed. The contraption is hugely humble but very effective. On one shelf I keep a plastic tote container which I keep my skin lotion, my water bottle usually one urinary bag and waiting, a bottle of ant acids, anti-spasm tablets, and usually my cell phone when I'm lying in bed. I also have a fully loaded surge protector that connects everything, power bed, arm bike, charger for cell phone, charger for power chair, cheap clock that I got from disparate industries which I love and a number of inner tubes that I hang off the heads. I also forgot to mention that on the far side of the device is a 5” x 5” container that I used to store a lot of my hooks and long sticks in. Like I said it's totally wooden, totally humble but totally usable and I use it everyday. All also I store number of these urinary bags I make that I often use during the night. These are such great devices. They are great and other not great in this morning they were not great.

I first woke about 4 AM and used one of these bags filling the bag to about 400 mL, which is not a bad drain. With the pressure of the bladder is able to get back to sleep for a couple of hours waking again about 6:15 AM – – time to get up. It's a middle weekday that means my home health person shows up for my bath and other stuff. Like to jump up and get going on these days picking up the apartment, washing my face and shaving just getting ready. This morning I was a little excited not knowing really why except for I'm getting a strong feeling that the summer is winding down and that I need to use every day to its maximum. Maybe it's because I have a toenail appointment out in West Jorda which means a trip on a bus transferring to another bus to continue my trip. I quite like my toenail guy maybe that was it. The point is I should pay more attention than I was. When I parked my chair next to my bed last night I didn't realize I'd gone as far back as I had. This is in the problem really except for when it is. This morning when I use my urinary bag and had pushed the lid back snug and leaned over in bag on a hook on the wooden contraption I didn't realize that the loop on the other end of the bag had gotten intertwined with my power chair as I pulled away from the bed I really wasn't paying attention and before I knew it I pulled the entire contraption over the course caused morning chaos. There was a time when this would almost depress me to the point that it would ruin my day but these days, it's just another day in paradise and I have more than enough time to clean up. In fact with Melanie coming today she certainly would help – – she always does, griping and sniping but she helps. What really worries me most in the immediate moment following the crash was that the bag full of urine could very easily pop its lead or as us try to negotiate the bag and try to unhook it for my rear wheels I would inadvertently run over the bag and totally increased the chaos of the mess. I could not get myself free of the chair and was most difficult to reach around was able to snag the bag eventually and pull it tight enough to get myself to a pair of scissors and cut myself free.

By the time Melanie showed up I've actually cleaned up a lot of the mess I had drained the bag without incident and tossed the bag into the garbage (even though I could still use the bag it didn't have the loop that I used to hang the bags to drain after cleansing them). I have enough bags to make another and another. So it was a good way to start the day. Melanie was only a little bitchy she was wearing her new scrubs which is a whole new entry item for a blog to be written another day

Ding Ding Ding Goes The Trolley…

 

You know that saying “a rolling stone gathers no moss” true. I mean it's a cliché of course which for me to visit validation. It is been visibly witnessed over millennia and always seems to be true. So for me just because my Assist, Inc. meeting was canceled this week I still feel the inertia of attending a meeting somewhere or at least doing something. So to satisfy that “itch” I decided I would saddle up and headed in the town anyway. I felt a need to visit Trolley Square in East Salt Lake. Trolley Square is a shopping mall, kind of a high-end shopping mall, constructed out of the old trolley Barnes of Salt Lake City. Just as the name implies when the city was running trolleys they were all run out of trolley Square. I have written about this place over the years especially from the point of view is a great place for Kid Day. The committed reader will remember “Kid Day” was basically Saturday when I would have my kids for visitation. Anyway, I love this place every time I go I follow love with the tunnel like environment, history and fond memories. Of course like everything else in my universe the places changed incredibly but still is a delight.

Couple weeks ago when I was at the Trolley Square I found a clothing shop called Spark. I really wasn't looking to purchase anything basically just windowshopping when I came upon their “men's section” and there in front of me was more hats that I'd seen for sale in all my days in Utah. There are exactly the kind of hats I've been searching for hats and caps. I was totally surprised also defined that the caps and many of the clothes in this place was acceptable pricewise even though it was in a “high-end ish” venue. The caps I was interested in was like $12 and $14! I was told within my price range and also totally justified. They had all kinds of styles of hats/caps and even more unique they had sizes for fatheads such as mine. I was also pleased at how supportive the management was of my questions. They helped me get the right size and supported me in my purchase. I'm definitely going back to this place for more caps as well as long T-shirts which they also had quite a variety of. Like I said totally surprising and affordable and trolley Square.

Quite a shame in the old days there is quite a food court and trolley Square. Hamburgers and corndogs you know the usual mall food offerings. Sadly these places are all gone now. There is kind of a Oopsie doopsie fast food offering that is a far cry from a restaurant. Costly pastries and coffees. Not for me not to be. I got no notification that On the Hook this truck was at 21^st South and 900 E. totally on my way home and I was hungry. It took a while by bus but I got my lunch and the fish was great! I hate the fact the food is served or purchased from one of those high-rise trucks/food trucks is totally inaccessible but these guys were very accommodating and I guess I could've actually used my elevator function and then just right. I'm still trying to remember what all this chair will do and how to use it…