We had forgotten to charge my power wheelchair before heading out yesterday. When I turned it on, there was only one of the four lighted green circles on. Oops. We had quite a day planned and I was going to be travelling a fair distance. But, what the heck, if we needed to, we could take the subway back. Off we set.
First we had to go down to one of the big department stores at the Eaton Center, we had purchased two sets of children's sheets, Snow White and The Little Mermaid, at the big sale there and discovered when we got home that we'd been mischarged. By over 30 dollars! So we went down and had the money returned. We stopped at Starbucks for a tea and after 15 minutes we realized that we'd spent 10 of those minutes talking about how Ruby prefers The Little Mermaid to Tinkerbell, a fact that we cannot fathom, and the possible reasons for her decision. Our discussion was IN EARNEST, and we shook away from it as quickly as a dog realizing the stick it was chasing is a snake. What's happened to us?
Then we went to see the movie, 'A Shine of Rainbows'. There was Joe and I and about a dozen gray haired women in the theatre. I 'boo hooed' through most of the damned picture. I don't get that 'Kick Ass' is playing in a thousand theatres in Toronto and this little gem is playing in two. It will be seen by maybe 12 people and then go away. Guess there is little room for films where the primary special effects are 'writing' and 'acting'. But, what the hell, it was nice to have a good cry. We set off on our way home.
Yonge Street is closed to foot and wheelchair traffic because one of the buildings streetfront crashed yesterday so we headed a different, much longer way back. We were laughing at our Disneyfied conversation and the fact that we even had it. At our age snow white sheets should mean the nice clean ones in they put on for us in the 'home'. And we grumbled about the dummificationi of modern culture - Avatar as Art?
And then Joe said, 'Are there any orange lights showing?' pointing to the controls of my chair. I had to put my hand over to block the sun so I could see clearly. Oh. My. God. I'm running on fumes and there are blocks and blocks to go. We had a choice. Coming home from where we were is uphill all the way. That eats energy. We could zig zag home making the most of flat passageways - but that would really increase the distance home.
'Let's just do it,' I said, knowing that a fat guy in a wheelchair will never, ever, grace a Nike ad.
We arrived home, I turned the chair into place, checked to see that there was still one red light glowing. But I was home. We plugged the chair in right away and giggled our way through the rest of the day.
In other words.
Nothing happened yesterday. But its still a day I'd like to remember.