Do The Dead Need Ladders?
May. 25th, 2004 10:01 pmYesterday's telephone hearing was a little more nerve wrecking than I thought it would be. The Administrative Judge asked me several direct questions, which surprised my lawyer. However, after coming home and reading the case she was looking at for precedent, I now understand why she asked so many questions. I think everything went well. Now comes the wait until the Judge issues her written decision.
Today's mobility training had a couple interesting of twists. I was on independent mobility, not using the blindfold, just being tested to see if I could find my way to a strange place then back home again. I went to Settergren Hardware, on Penn Avenue. I was suppose to catch the 4K bus at Lyndale and Franklin, but the 4K never came. When the 4N showed up, the driver told me that the K was broke down in downtown. So I took the 4N to 50th and Penn, then walked the rest of the way.
On the way home I again found myself at 50th and Penn, this time with almost thirty minutes to kill before the 4L came by to take me home. So I checked out this little bookstore that sits on the corner. I bought a couple of books, then left. Crossing the street at 50th and Penn also posed a nice challenge, since the city has taken the signal lights out at that corner, but has yet to replace them. I found a couple of kids, about ten years old or so, trying to cross, but the traffic was bloody chaos, with many drivers going different directions at once, despite the 4-way stop. So I asked the kids if they were trying to cross, they said yes, and I told them to follow me. Then I stuck that white cane in the intersection and stepped off the curb. Everyone stopped and we all crossed.
And the blind shall lead the little children.
While I waited for the 4L bus, a hearse with a long extension ladder and a roll of plastic drop cloth attached to the roof pulled up at the stop sign. I couldn't see the driver, but the woman in the passenger seat had long blue hair, and a huge silver nose ring. I know there's a story there, I just know it.
Until We Meet Again
Michael
Today's mobility training had a couple interesting of twists. I was on independent mobility, not using the blindfold, just being tested to see if I could find my way to a strange place then back home again. I went to Settergren Hardware, on Penn Avenue. I was suppose to catch the 4K bus at Lyndale and Franklin, but the 4K never came. When the 4N showed up, the driver told me that the K was broke down in downtown. So I took the 4N to 50th and Penn, then walked the rest of the way.
On the way home I again found myself at 50th and Penn, this time with almost thirty minutes to kill before the 4L came by to take me home. So I checked out this little bookstore that sits on the corner. I bought a couple of books, then left. Crossing the street at 50th and Penn also posed a nice challenge, since the city has taken the signal lights out at that corner, but has yet to replace them. I found a couple of kids, about ten years old or so, trying to cross, but the traffic was bloody chaos, with many drivers going different directions at once, despite the 4-way stop. So I asked the kids if they were trying to cross, they said yes, and I told them to follow me. Then I stuck that white cane in the intersection and stepped off the curb. Everyone stopped and we all crossed.
And the blind shall lead the little children.
While I waited for the 4L bus, a hearse with a long extension ladder and a roll of plastic drop cloth attached to the roof pulled up at the stop sign. I couldn't see the driver, but the woman in the passenger seat had long blue hair, and a huge silver nose ring. I know there's a story there, I just know it.
Until We Meet Again
Michael