Monday, April 8, 2013

Quite the Ha-Ha Moment

Last Wednesday evening I stopped by an office supply store to pick up a few things before I left for New York the following morning. When I got home that evening I realized I had left my cane at the store. I called them and asked them to look for it and I would come by and pick it up Monday morning.

My MS does not require me to always use a cane.  I need it only on certain days when I am unsteady and experience trouble standing and walking. This condition changes more often than daily, almost by the minute. Often I will go into a store or restaurant and after sitting stand or standing still for awhile my legs feel better and I end up walking out and forgetting the cane.

I went to the office supply store today and asked about my cane. The clerk asked the manager who went into his office and walked out carrying two canes and asked "Which one is yours?" I looked at him and chuckled "they are both mine." Apparently when I had gone to that store earlier on Wednesday I had been unaware I had left my silver cane there. When I got ready to return to the store that evening I couldn't find my silver one (which is my favorite) anywhere in my home and took another cane.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Not AWOL, really.

I have been involved in a move the last few weeks. In trying to downsize I sure had a lot of stuff to look through, throw away, or set aside for a garage sale. Even the city said I was throwing away too much stuff because there was more trash than my one can would hold.  The company we chose to move us realized they would need two trucks instead of one. My back and knees are screaming that they bent and carried far more boxes then they felt were necessary. Hopefully I will not move again for many years.

I won't be writing for several more days because I will be in New York at the Writer's Digest Eastern Conference April 5-7. Then the week of April 8th, the stuff set aside for the garage sale must be sorted, priced, and displayed.  Will write when I get out of the quicksand of stuff.