“Yes, we do have a handicap room available. It has a roll in shower and a King size bed. It’s on ground floor only three doors down the hall from the lobby, conveniently close to the elevator and to breakfast. Breakfast is served right here in the lobby from 6:00 to 9:30. Vending and ice is available on 2nd and 4th floors.”
“Sounds good, we’ll take it for two nights.”
“Just park on the other side of this wall, that door has a flat entrance for your wheelchair.”
There was no parking space available on the other side of that wall so we parked across the way. To us flatlanders, it seemed like we nearly set the Odyssey on it’s tail for the night!. We unloaded the wheelchair, aimed it towards that flat spot under the doorway and hoped and prayed that we wouldn’t have a rider fallover before we got there. I couldn’t set our wheeled suitcases down beside the van or they’d go a visitin’ all on their own. I believed that entrance must have been the only flat spot in that entire neighborhood.
When I went to get ice, I discovered that I had to go DOWN to second floor from our ground floor entrance. Our room was on ground floor in front alright but we were on third floor looking at it from the back. The room was great but when we went to breakfast we were suddenly facing six stair steps to get up to the lobby. Our wheelchair doesn’t do stair steps, oh yes the elevator. Lo and behold the elevator didn’t service the lobby. We had to go back outside across that lonely flat spot and power up an incline to a higher elevation of ground level to get to breakfast through yet another flat spot under the lobby doorway. Seems to me, with the handicap room being so conveniently handy, someone should have planed for a wheelchair ramp inside instead of building stair steps to breakfast!
Meanwhile, I’ll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

I have coasted into a blog stop, the next blog is still green and won't ripen before at least Dec 3, 07. Hopefully I'll be able to share it's succulant flavors with you then.

Meanwhile, I'll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!

Dear God, with thankful hearts and somewhat puzzled minds we take time this Thanksgiving day to celebrate. Our hearts are thankful for all the joys and opportunities within our reach, for all the blessings at our fingertips and for all those concerned about our well being and are willing to walk beside us. With their hand on our shoulder, their footsteps are kicking in the door so your love can flow right into our heart and be consumed. Such friendship is priceless.
Our minds are somewhat puzzled because our lot in life has no fences. Freedom of choice isn’t always fully focused so it’s easy for us to become unsure of your expectations and our decisions are often delayed or sometimes discarded completely. When we look around, it’s puzzling that we are so bountifully blessed compared to some of our neighbors around the world. They must see their lot in life as being a very small package controlled by a patchwork of fences. We pray that their freedom of choice may one day soon be offered to them in a much larger basket because we, who are so bountifully blessed, were willing to listen for your guidance in how we might, with our hands on their shoulder kick down their fences so your love can flow right into their hearts and be consumed.
So, with puzzled minds we prayerfully ask that our neighbors around the world might feel some of the magic in celebration this Thanksgiving and with humble hearts we give you thanks for this bountiful table and for the everyday blessings that we have to share. Amen!

Would you be in shock if someone told you that you've been extra-cuted?

Send me that good old Mouse Genius who is capable of sitting down on a business card and clickly activating the http://www. printed on that card. The computer would respond as though the signal was coming from a hyperlink!
Anyone want to squeeze some cheese into that one?

Meanwhile, I'll keep coaxing my treadmill powered scooter uphill!