so Baihley has a grad school interview next week, of which aunt Lori will go with her to Denver, so we went shopping for business dress clothes. Of course being frugal, cheap or resourceful however you want to frame it, our first stop was the Goodwill store. They hide their wheelchair. We had to ask but they did keep Ethel and Lena (crutches ) at the front for me. Wheelchairs are nice. If you don't make the aisles wide enough, having a wheelchair isn't the answer. Famous footwear doesn't have wheelchairs but they did tell us we could go to kohls and steal...borrow one for a few minutes. I chose to sit on the padded benches.
Then because my feet were tingling and turning blue, we went to wal mart so I could get my foot up and we ate at subway. People tend to look at you funny when you have your leg waving high like a banner. I want to break out in the old chorus, " joy is a flag that flown from the castle of my heart ...lift it high in the sky." I sit in the electric cart, I want one of these at the farm, and with my leg on top of the basket, it's supposed to be higher than my heart ( I try) we begin on our shopping list. Baihley is along to be sure I don't hurt myself. No one is along to protect the racks of clothes that a wheelchair won't fit through. I didn't purposefully move them, but a few did change directions after meeting Ed the electric cart . And people ask the question every time, what did you do? I am about to engage upon a story about fighting mountain lions in Tibet or crocodile wrestling in Australia but they just want to know...and I don't have a good story. I simply slipped on the ice. I was a clutz and we all are in life at sometime, and one of those time we are going to have an "oops" and then the story begins. My friend twisted her ankle and broke it, in Her kitchen. At least I can put Jesus in the blame game in my story? I was coming home from Bible study....and I was carrying the Bible in my bag of computer and projector...there...it's all Gods fault. I feel so much better since he is going to have to heal me now and entertain me for the next 6 weeks...I feel so much better already.
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