IKEA flat packs – so amateur
After a few hour delay in the beginning of our long awaited lift installation we now have a few bodies working around the flat pack mess created on Friday from the parts delivery. While our King of the House, Labrador, Banjo suffers the indignity of being outside, yet another stage of our home modifications is well underway. With a 10 day estimated completion time I am sceptically excited and impatient. There will still, ofcourse, be new flooring to lay upstairs and completion of plastering and painting to finish.
Catch me I’m falling!
Sorry to tell you this, but when I say “catch me, I’m falling”, it is not because you have induced a swoon. This isn’t a pass; it is the unfortunate effect of having my butt, hip and thigh muscles gradually disappear. And getting up unassisted has not been a move in my repertoire for sometime.
I’m sure a local Aussie Post delivery worker was happy to know I wasn’t trying out the damsel in distress routine to gain his romantic attentions when he found me soaking up the rays on my friends front lawn one fine sunny day a few years ago.
Being less than able sucks !!
Moving through your world with Jacob Marley type chains in the form of mental and physical impairment or disability inarguably makes for a more difficult life.
Those affected do not have a choice – it’s there and we’re living it.
But what about those by our side, those that help us to live a more comfortable and fulfilled life, the ones that have chosen to join our journey?
Unpaid carers. Our unsung and unremunerated heroes.