I have a whole other post planned about how there isn't all that much to do around here when you're rolling, but one of the biggest... I don't know what to call it... Struggles? Frustrations? Disappointments? It's my other backyard.
Across the street from us is a water drain off thing which is basically a pond, a beautiful, peaceful, grassy, space with wildlife and wildflowers. There's also a ravine and a few pathways and so much to explore. Unless you are using a wheelchair. <insert sad face>
It's been a rough couple of months watching it all blossom from my window or front porch. I desperately want to take King over there to explore. The dilemma is that I can just now walk on uneven surfaces and I can just now start to carry his weight, but I cannot do both at the same time, not by a long shot.
Today, we had a perfect spring morning, Jeff was home and I just grabbed Cordelia and left the house. It was awesome. We saw new little geese families, snails, singing birds taking baths, hawks soaring. We picked wild flowers and listened to the wind and the water lapping.
It was so bittersweet.
Usually, the restrictions that a wheelchair places on us don't bother me all that much. Today, they did.