Tuesday, March 31, 2015

And I Thought I Was A Crusty Old Thing...

A photo from my trip to Tarpon Springs...
 It is always interesting to come across photos one doesn't remember taking...
Have a lovely day.



Thursday, March 26, 2015

How Was Your Day?

Today was an off-day...

The therapist with whom I've been working since a former neighbor died in my house and I started the morning playing dropped call with our cell phones, eventually ending up talking about my mother and some of the strange patterns that trigger anger in me...Nothing I had not already sussed out, but what to do to get beyond it is the hard part.

Then, because I had a medical appointment and had made arrangements with the paratransit for pick up three days ago, I waited out their hour window. When no vehicle appeared, I called and was told the driver was three to five minutes away. After ten minutes had elapsed with no-one in sight, I called again. This time, the driver was six minutes away...Something was off with their math, but rather than argue, I waited another ten minutes, calling a third time to be told the driver was stuck in traffic. The bus finally appeared at 2:18 PM, three minutes after I was to have been at my appointment. I had called the clinic and advised them of the situation. I arrived at 2:46 PM and my appointment was scheduled for 2:45. I then waited over an hour in a crowded medical school clinic, advising the young technician that I needed to be done by 5PM for my ride home. What happened instead was that she checked me over but I still needed to see the doctor and that had not happened at 5 o'clock when I entered the lobby to find someone waiting to take me home. This was not the same person who dropped me off as the drivers work different shifts...This isn't the first time this has transpired and I will need another appointment...I am seriously thinking of finding a private practice physician, though that is no guarantee against an overbooked office...

Then, there was the atmosphere of the place...everyone was glued to the CNN broadcasts regarding the deliberate plane crash in the Alps and the fire and building explosion in Manhattan. On edge, mouths agape, talking...Did wonders for my already fraying nerves...I closed my eyes against the din and breathed as deeply as I could manage, sending as much positive energy in my mind to the hurt and bereaved. By the time I reached my door a bit after six, I was exhausted but happy to be home. I'm hoping tomorrow will be better, though not unfortunately for those who died in that crash or the firey explosion or their loved ones...

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Done...


The closet is finished, and as you can see, it is sturdy and I can reach what is in there, thanks to my neighbor who is conscientious, knows how to measure and can locate a wall stud. The cats and I are overjoyed. They have been sleeping there and love that I put in a clean blanket for both to curl up on. I, of course, no longer dread trying to reach everything I need in the morning and the laundry is easily put away. Additionally, the clothing is no longer bunched up, and having thoroughly de-cluttered prior to building the shelf and rod, I can see all that I have...The joy of living with less...both stuff and hassle.

This project took a lot of Spackle, sanding and painting because, in addition to not locating the previous shelving in the wall studs correctly, glue was used and had to be sanded over. We were not sure what was used but both my neighbor and I were relieved when the job was finished.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

A Bit of a Construction Zone, Once More...

My eleven foot closet has a long history  of being a bone of contention. When I moved into the small flat sixteen years ago, I was working, walking and extremely active despite my disability. Standing in front of a wall of clothing and having to reach up to a long shelf just over my head posed no problem.
Eventually, however, I ditched the traditional closet rod and shelf for Closet Maid wire shelving in an attempt to increase storage. There are two closets in the entire place and the one in the bedroom is the largest.

After several years of relative storage bliss, life changed on two fronts; I went into a wheelchair and began divesting myself of goods and assorted things no longer needed. I no longer desired to heft large pieces of luggage over my head from a closet shelf and needed things reachable from a seated position. While never a clutter queen, I discovered nonetheless that too much is as much a burden as too little. Obsessively tidy and almost minimalistic, I also faced having to organize both my living space and possessions differently.

 This included my bedroom closet which was once more altered, this time by a licensed contractor who failed to grasp the need for things at seated height. After two years of fighting with his idea, I finally asked a young neighbor to help me demolish and re-do the closet with the height of rod and shelving properly adjusted for me. He measured, taking me with him to the local DIY center in search of an adjustable closet system. Two rather fruitless hours wandering the store in search of someone knowledgeable who actually wanted to answer our questions later, we departed the store with a palate of materials and he began removing old shelving, clothing and other items from my closet in what we both hoped would be the last renovation of this kind.

Cleaned, cleared, sanded and painted, the closet now looks positively monstrous with nothing in it. Unfortunately, the DIY closet system components were so flimsy they swayed when lightly touched, even with the due diligence taken during assembly. At one point, my neighbor looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you want this stuff in your closet? It doesn't seem very sturdy."

I paused and then decided that the lot should be torched. In the interest of fiscal responsibility, however, all will be returned to the store in favor of a rod and shelf at seated height for me. At least then, I can hang what needs to be hung and keep the wire drawers for now. I will also be able to stow the remaining bits including linens within reach, finally done with this episode.

You've heard the saying, "They don't make things like they used to..."

Absolutely true.