Yes, I am here. There's just been very little to post as there's not been much happening. Not to say that I've not been busy with... stuff. Just that said stuff has not born fruit yet. And other than pursuing the... stuff... there's not a whole lot else to write about.
So yeah, it's 12:01 AM Saturday as I type this sentence, and I've yet to be to bed. Too busy perusing Match.com profiles. That's part of the... stuff... I was talking about. So far, many winks, a couple of creepy emails received and several nice emails sent out with only one reply so far, and that was to tell me that he'd just found someone. C'est la vie.
The other ...stuff... is that I'm trying to find a used Quickie 2 wheelchair at a bargain price and funding for a Wijit driving and braking system. I wrote about that a couple of weeks ago. Click here to refresh your memories. And, here's a video of the thing being used by another person with Ataxia:
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So I've contacted the Lions Club, Elks Club, Rotary Club, National Ataxia Foundation, and my MDA medical care coordinator to see if I could get around $2000 for a Wijit (It retails for twice that, but Brian Wattwood, when I spoke to him, was interested in selling me one that had been used for demonstration.). Neither the Lions, Elks, nor Rotarians responded in any manner. The National Ataxia Foundation said "We don't do that, we raise funds for research and awareness only." And MDA said, "With the economy the way it is, we don't help with the purchase of Durable Medical Equipment anymore."
Looking at eBay, getting a used Quickie 2 or 2HP wheelchair will be possible, once I have money that doesn't have to go to bills. I've also put a WANTED ad on my local Freecycle.
I'm firmly believing that this would an excellent thing for me. And I'll knock on doors til my knuckles bleed, and then keep on knocking with bloodied knuckles, if I have to. I believe it will happen. I think I hear someone walking to the door now even as I type. ;)
Moreover, Voc. Rehab will be sending me to Easter Seals Crossroads for my employment services, starting with the evaluation to see what I can do or be trained to do, etc. So that may be another venue for getting myself set up with the Wijit operated Quickie. Who knows? But, in any event, I'm excited about returning to Crossroads and potentially being able to find work.
If anyone else has any other bright ideas toward my accomplishing this goal, please share! I'm open to suggestions.
Anyway, I'm not going to worry about how it will be accomplished, I'm just putting it out there to the Universe and working toward it the best I know how.
In other news, Robert got a puppy. He's a black lab named Cash, after the original man in black, Johnny Cash. Sweet puppy, just turning 6 weeks old. I just tried uploading the picture, but I got a 500 error. I guess that was the extra picture thing that it was reminding me about a few months ago. Anyhow, the pic is on my Facebook wall here.
Robert is not so enamored with dealing with the puppy's poopies, but he knew the job was dangerous when he took it. Me, I love the dog. If I didn't already have three cats...
Oh, I'd love to have a man and a house and a dog in the back yard. Snuggling with my love on the couch in front of the TV, with the dog on the other side, his head resting in my lap, one of the cats curled up on top of the sofa and purring in my ear. That would be heaven to me!
Poor Magick, I can tell he's getting a day older. He was frisky as a kitten playing with Timmy and Sophie this morning. And then this afternoon I could hear him moaning in his sleep. He does that a lot. But then, he's 72 years old in cat years so, it's kind of expected, sadly.
Well, it's now 1:13 AM (I don't type as fast as I used to), so I think I'm going to go toddle down the hallway and slide under the covers.