It's been awhile...

Yes, it has been awhile since I've tended to my blog.

Our son, Eric, graduated high school last year (2014).  He has just begun his second year of college.  Even though he is only an hour away, and he comes home for school breaks and occasional weekends, we have experienced empty nesters syndrome.

Life goes along.  Things slowly change.  You don't see the change until one day you start thinking about today and what is different now from back however long ago.

When a child leaves the home, it is different.

When we dropped Eric off at college last year, I cried when we said goodbye.  Selfish, I know.  My mind was flooded with thoughts.  Bringing Eric home from the hospital when he was born, crawling on the floor with him, t-ball, baseball, basketball, school functions, scout activities.  Everything we did for eighteen years revolved around him.

Suddenly, it's time to step away.  He doesn't need us anymore.  Well, that's how it felt at first.  As the days and weeks passed, and the phone calls and texting increased, I realize that he still does need us -- and always will -- just in different ways.

His second year of college has just begun.  He loves being back at school with his friends.  I'm happy that he is happy back at school.

When he does come home to see is, he is happier to see us.

Life is quieter for us now.  Sometimes we miss having a baseball game to go to, but sometimes the quieter life is nice.

Life changes.  It's better to accept it than to fight it.

Our son is out making his own mark on the world, making us very proud.

Seeing the sparkle of the beginning of the new chapter has helped me get my mind off the sadness of seeing the last chapter close.

Out and about...

I had to run to the store this afternoon.  We ran out of an essential item for then throne room.

I use to be bolder.  I was out and about all the time.  Going to the store was no big deal.

As I get older, staying home an going out seems more an more appealing.  I just don't like the hassle of my disability, for myself and for others around me.  Home is a controlled environment.  The outside world is not.

I drove to Fred Meyers in Wood Village.  I parked our Sprinter van far out in the parking lot.  I like to have room to run our rear lift, and to be able to pull out without backing up.

People drive crazy through parking lots.  I saw two vehicles driving opposite ways in the row I was parked in, and a third driving perpendicular across the parking spaces.  There was nearly a three-way crash right in front of me.  I wonder how many parking lot accidents they have there.

A drawback to parking that far out in the parking lot is having to ride my scooter a good ways through the lot before there is a curb cut to the sidewalk.  I know when I hear a car running to stop and wait until they back up, or until I know they see me.  It's not always easy to figure that out.  The car can be running for awhile, they are not moving, but I can't tell if they seed me.

I went in the store and grabbed one of the small hand shopping baskets.  I put it on the floor of my scooter.  I can get a decent amount of stuff.  If I get too much, as is always the temptation, stuff starts falling off the scooter...and that is not fun.

Motoring my way down the aisles.  I get that people need time to study what is on the shelf, but please make room for people to get by.  

When I come to the end of aisles, I have learned to creep slowly out.  I have had people run into me with their carts, and then look at me like it's my fault.  I wish stores had mirrors overhead to help with the end of aisle blind spots.

Reaching for stuff from the scooter can be hard.  I can't reach the higher shelves, so I often settle for the stuff I can reach.

I was reaching for a box of waffles (my breakfast of champions :)....).  A lady saw me reaching in vain. She came over and reached them for me.  So, so, nice.  Lot's of people are nice that way.  I hate depending on the kindness of strangers, but sometimes I need call down the independent bulldog inside of me and accept the kindness.

I went to check out and put everything up on the conveyor belt.  I was having trouble reaching to swipe my debit card, so I handed it to the clerk and she swiped it for me.  I was able to punch in my code today, but sometimes I need to ask for help with that as well.

Boring stuff, perhaps.  Getting older...I am 50.  Still working full time, so that gets me out of the house, as well as going to my son's baseball games.

Eric goes away to college in a month.  Another chapter.

It's just that I can foresee a day when I'm not out and about much, and that appeals to me more and more.

Today the sidewalk was blocked...and we were bummed....

Jodie and I are baseball parents.  We try to make every game that our son, Eric, plays.

Today we had a double header at Madison.  Eric played summer ball for them a couple years ago.  The only curb cut is on the corner of 82nd and NE Thompson.  We travel the street down to the busy corner, then ride the sidewalk back to the skinny gate and bumpy grass trail that goes to the baseball field.

Today the sidewalk was blocked...and we were bummed.

I'm not good with my phone camera, but here are some shots I took today:

I rode my scooter to the parking lot above.  No way in there.

This is the only ramp near the baseball field.

The sidewalk was blocked.

No curb cut near the gate.

We sat in the street watching the game from the outfield fence.  People kept coming by to check on us.  They missed having us with them to cheer the boys on.  That made us feel good.

Accessibility gets a lot of lip service, but it is not understood until you deal with it yourself, or with a loved one you are assisting.

For some of us, accessibility, or finding a way around barriers, is a way of life.

;)

It's not the kite...

I was not familiar with Pharrell until I saw him on tv a couple times recently. I'm not normally dialed into his style of hip hop. I'm an old fart. Classic rock, old country...70's and 80's.

Pharrell's song "Happy" is seriously addictive. As I write this, I am dialed into 24hoursofhappy.

The words of wisdom that Pharrell shared on CBS Sunday Morning struck a cord in me that needed striking.

Success..."making it"...fulfillment. If you have "made it", so my words might not resonate with you.

Me...I always have had a feeling that I need to obtain a level of success that I never quite reach. There is something great I need to do, but I don't know if I will ever do it...or even figure out what it is.

Ok, I am a "type A" wannabe trapped in a "type B" body...probably the worst of my disabilities.

Reporter Anthony Mason tries to get Pharrell to focus on his success. Now that he has "made it", will he repeat his success? He does not see it that way. Rather, Pharrell focuses on being grateful for every single person who has impacted his life to bring him to this success. He sees that the "stars have aligned" for his current success, and that does not happen for everyone, and it may never happen again for him.

Pharrell said in the interview, "It's not all you. It can't be all you. Just like you need air to fly a kite, it's not the kite. It's the air."

Thinking about my own life. Seeking success, trying to make the stars align, is like chasing a mirage. I'll never get there because it's not a destination.

Realizing the people in my life...Jodie, Eric, my family and friends, my teachers and my mentors...it's all the air.

We are all "kites" for ourselves and part of the "air" for those around us. Kites do not soar without air. Our focus should be set on being the best air we can be for those around us.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

It's not the kite.

Changes...sigh...

I took a nasty fall in my bedroom, ramming my chest in the corner of the hope chest.  I think I bruised some ribs.  My doctor felt all around...nothing appeared broken...but I had a lot of pain for several weeks.

Jodie told the doctor I have been falling more.  Yes, I had to agree.  My doctor referred me to a specialist who knows more about figuring out such things.  He referred me to physical therapy.

My walking gait has always been on the wild side.  I had braces as a kid, until a doctor in California told my parents that my braces were not correcting anything, that they were really more of a hindrance.

When I finished college and was still living in Corvallis, I tried braces again - AFO's (ankle foot orthotic).  My doctor and therapist were both very concerned with my ankle movement, telling me that if I ever rolled my ankle that my recovery could take a long time, and my ability to walk could  be in jeopardy.  At the time I was learning how to drive, and the AFO's seemed to be getting in the way.

I went and saw the therapist last December.  She pretty much freaked out as she watched the motions of my feet and legs as I walk.  AFO's for sure.  Considering that I am getting older, and that I want to stay as mobile as I can for as long as I can, I agreed.

Life is different for me now with the AFO's.   Instead of slipping on my shoes and tying them,  I put on the plastic ankle piece, then I slide my foot into a plastic piece that goes from my toes up to the top of my calf.  There is a velcro strap that I need to thread through  a metal thing.  I takes me time.  Then I shove my braced foot into my size 11, 4E, New Balance 555's.  Fifteen to 20 minutes, depending how my involuntary motions are doing.

I do walk better now, but it is harder for me to free walk.  I use my walker more.  It seems like using a walker is portrayed negatively in our society, like giving in to your weakness.  I am starting to view my walker more like a pair of glasses, a tool that I need to function.

Standing up from a sitting position is harder because I am using different muscles.  I feel more unstable walking around the van to help Jodie up and down the lift.  I am using my walker more to help me.

Everything takes more time and energy.  Some things Jodie is helping me do, like taking recycles out to the garage.  She also lets me use her powerchair as a walker, with her driving it real slow.  She likes that she can do more for me.  I try to see it that way, but I feel bad that some of my abilities are slipping away.

Sigh...

My glasses broke...Can I see your insurance card?

Jodie was washing my eyeglasses yesterday morning before work.  As she was drying them, they snapped into two pieces.  No biggy...it would have happened to me just as easy.

These were bifocals that broke.  I found some old single lens glasses that I dug out so that I can see to drive.
Today I took my broken glasses to my eye doctor's shop.  We like that the shop has Saturday hours.   I've been going to him for 15 years or so.  Jodie has gone to him since she was in high school.  Dr. Clay has done a lot for her very unique sight issues.

Jodie stayed in the van...one less time for me to run out lift.  I got my walker out.  Jodie handed me the baggy with my broken glasses.

I walked into the shop.  A lady from behind the reception desk helped me with the second door.

She said, "Is someone coming in with you?"

It surprised me and irritated me.  I thought, "Does someone need to come in with me?"...but I said, "No."

I gave her the baggy with my broken glasses and I asked "Can you fix these?"

Her answer was "No."  Not a huge surprise.  She did have a card for a place that could weld them together.

I am overdue an eye exam and new set of glasses with my insurance.  I asked for an appointment wit Dr. Clay.

Then, I got the look..."your disabled, so you must be on medicare..."

She asked, "Can I see your insurance card?"

She took it to the computer and ran my card.  She found out "Wow...he really does have insurance...and he is a customer here!"

She asked me if was an emergency.  Kind of evident I thought, but, easy going guy that I am, I said, "Not really."

So, a week from Monday I have an eye appointment with Dr. Clay.  I wonder if I should take Jodie with me in case I need to fill out paperwork?

Being disabled sucks sometimes.  No, I didn't just say that.

Honestly, I am well adjusted...;)

One thing I can do...

Twenty five years ago, a group of friends gathered with me at Plush Pippin in Beaverton.  A pie shop seemed a fitting place to celebrate my 25th birthday.

Please don't do the math.

Life really was not going my way at the time.  College was a couple years behind me.  I worked six months as an assistant editor with World Christian magazine. Due to a lack of funds, both my own and the magazine's, I had to quit and move home.

No job, no girlfriend...I had a lot of reasons to be bummed, but I wasn't.  I had faith in God and I had my friends.

That night at the pie shop I asked my friends to give my their definition of "reality".  Why?   The most honest answer is...I  don't know.  Maybe I was looking at life, where I had been, where I was, where I was going.   I have always lived within the narrative that runs in my head.  Maybe I felt the need to be pulled out of that narrative for a moment.

Troy S. had the best answer...okay, it's the only one I remember.  "Reality is when what you think you know equals what you know."

In the months that followed, I began volunteering for the Department of Human Services in Hillsboro, working on a Lotus 123 spreadsheet to track volunteer hours.   Also, I met up with Jodie, a classmate from where I spent my early elementary school days.  We attended Holladay Center in Portland, a school for the disabled.  We had both been mainstreamed in separate directions.  When I saw her leading a support group for the disabled at New Hope Community Church, it was our first reunion in 16 years.

A year after my "reality" birthday party. I was working as an office specialist with the Children's Services Division, and I was engaged to be married.

Twenty four years later...again, no math please...I look at where the lines of my life have fallen.  I can say that I have been truly blessed.

Jodie and I have been married 23 years.  We are both working for DHS Child Welfare.  Eric, our miracle child, was born 18 years ago.  That is a book that we have yet to write!

The "reality" question is still a good one.  I still get caught listening to the narrative that runs inside my head.  I have not done enough in my life, I haven't gone far enough in my career, I have not written that book yet, am I a good husband...am I a good day...all this stuff goes through my head as I reach that more mature age.

I'm convinced that some of us never quite grow up, and that I am one of those.

There has to be a new question for this stage of life.  Just what Is that question?

Hmm...let me think...

Something simple that will not burden me.  Something profound that will allow me to soar.

What is one thing that I can do today to make life better for someone else?

Yeah...I like that.