Monday, August 24, 2015

One of the reasons my city sucks

For a city that has a lot, and I mean a lot of handicapped people, my city isn't really all that designed to be handicapped friendly.

I just watched a guy in a wheelchair, sit for almost three minutes trapped in one of those push-it-yourself- enter/exit carousels.  This was at the grocery. I ended up dropping my basket, going out the one end, coming back through the far door and helping him. God knows how long he would have sat there before anyone bothered to help otherwise.

Little pissed off.  The staff were staring right at him too. Just chatting it up ignoring him and their actual jobs.

As someone who's spent over half my life dealing with canes/crutches/wheelchairs myself, I can tell you how frealing frustrating it is to be needing something/get somewhere in this city when you're alone and end up finding yourself unable to do whatever it was because the place you need to go isn't equipped for someone with a handicap.
It's enough to cause you to break down and cry at times. In public.

The city council and the like talk all the time about how wonderful our health care staff are...that's fine and good, but there is a honest shortage of home care workers. 

I've ranted enough for today.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

now I'm heartbroken

I was feeling nostalgic and went to look at some old videos my friends and I had made, which were on one of our old websites, only to find they are missing. When I went to the old photobucket account, it says the account is empty.
What the hell???  I know they were uploaded in 2006 but still...

Anyways, those videos are lost forever as are the photos from that time frame in my life. In an odd strange way, I guess it's the universe's way of telling me it's beyond time to get over that point in my life. Those people as much as I loved them, have long since moved on in their lives.

This is what happens when you don't pay attention to those you care about, you find yourself in front of a blank account.  The love gone, the memories wiped clean and yourself scratching your head.