Blessings when things go wrong

The van was our last working form of transportation. My motorcycle had a dead battery, and my bicycle had two flat tires. I had been meaning to get both working for quite a while, but just never did it. The loss of the van meant the complete loss of wheels -- something that was unacceptable.

We spent Wednesday night together in my bed, which is a queen sized Murphy Bed. I placed BR's alternating pressure pad on one half of the bed under the mattress pad, and layered the fitted sheet, waterproof pad, and draw sheet on top. Then I arranged his pillows (he has six) such that he would lie on a slight incline with his feet elevated. After placing him in bed, I moved his trapeze over him, which provided a side rail as well, and moved the hospital table behind the trapeze stand for his water and other nighttime needs.

And then we snuggled for the first time in over a year. Mmmmm.

The next day, I rented a 26' U-Haul to go pick up BR's wheelchair and bed. It was much larger that I needed, but it was the only van available that had a ramp wide enough to accommodate the iBOT. After a successful retrieval, I started thinking about how to get the motorcycle working again before 9am the next morning, when the van was due back. I would need to throw the bicycle into the van for the ride home, get a tire pump for a presto valve to inflate the bicycle tires, and get a motorcycle battery. The pump was easy -- Target opens at 8am. The battery was a bit more difficult. There was a power equipment place that opened at 8am as well, and it carried batteries. Starting at 7:45am, I picked up the pump, then headed for the battery. When I pulled into the parking lot, there were no spaces that would accommodate a 26' van, so I decided to pull across several spaces just past the store's street sign. What I didn't realize was that the sign was only 10 feet off the ground, and the U-Haul had a 12 foot clearance. Guess who's buying a new sign for the store?

With the battery in hand, I refueled the van, being hyper aware of the overhead clearance at the pump. I returned the van, pumped up the bicycle tires, and headed back home with the battery. Two down, one to go.

The mechanic friend turned out to be honest, trustworthy, and talented. Not only did he fix the van's engine (broken valve spring), he also changed the oil, fixed the driver's side window, the passenger door, and the electrical problem that was draining the battery if the van wasn't used for two or more days. When I called for updates, he always answered the phone, and would tell me about the leg work he was doing. And he did all this for a price far less than any dealer would have charged.

Cathy and Todd came down from Dallas for a visit this weekend, so Todd was able to take me out to pick up the van on Sunday. She purrs like a kitten.

Some may see this whole experience as an expensive twist of fate. I view the two nights BR and I shared a bed as worth the price.

Thank you, Toronto

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and every highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

I had a blast! But I miss my man and must return.

To the lesbians at The Barn: Thanks for trying to sneak me in. I'll be your token male any day.

To the dancers at Remingtons: outstanding work!

To the performers at Play: Girls, you need to chip in for some A/C. That kind of heat melts away a lot of the illusion, if you get my drift. You are troopers!

To the guys from Boston: Thanks for exploring the town with me.