What a Week *_*

What a week I've had, so far.

This week started with a Monday, as most of them are inclined to do. Nothing special about this one, I just mention it because it started the week. I played a couple of hours of Brown Bag Bingo with the  gang here at Limpdik Park, won twice.

Then Tuesday came along. Nothing special about this one either (do I detect a pattern in my life??). That is until about 6pm.

My sort-of niece started a book club on Facebook. The first book to be read is called The Heretic's Daughter. (A must-read, especially if you liked the movie The Crucible. It has to do with the Salem witch trials and is written by a direct descendant). It also has an interesting book jacket with a picture of a woman's face wrapping around from front to spine.

I had told my niece that I wouldn't be able to participate in the discussion, because I couldn't afford the book, and publishers are printing books in such small print the past few years, that I find it almost impossible to indulge my love of reading. She assured me that I was still welcome in the club.

Anyway, I was down in the clubhouse here at Limpdik Park, waiting for Bible study to begin. (We meet every Tuesday at 6:30pm around the pool table.Long story.) We have a teeny tiny library/computer room here, where residents can donate books, and you can take them and return them or keep them, doesn't matter. I decided to roll in there and take a look at the new bookcase.

While there, I started looking at the titles of some of the books on another shelf. The print was, again, too small to read...but then....there it was....staring out at me from the spine of one book on the bottom shelf....AN EYEBALL!

Naawwww.....it couldn't be......YES!!! It was!!!...Not only was it The Heretic's Daughter, but it was LARGE PRINT!!!

It was like it was put there just for me. I'm still doing a happy dance about it.

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Then came Wednesday. I got up early and got ready to take the senior bus with the little old ladies to the grocery store. I'd rather eat rocks than go to the grocery store, but Dave insists on food, so I go.

Sometimes someone will ask me to pick up some things for them, since I'm "going anyway". I usually say No, not because I want to be a bitch or unkind or rude, but because I just don't have room in my little rolling basket to bring anything extra home. I'm the only one in the group who shops for two people, not one, and my space is very limited.

However, a woman I know asked me, and because she had recently done me a favor I felt obligated to pick up her tortillas and apples.

I did my shopping, and we returned at the normal time. I parked my full basket in the game room, and took the elevator to the third floor to deliver her goods. She didn't answer the door, so I hung the sack on the knob and went back to the elevator to go down and home. That was the plan, anyway. DOWN and home.

I pushed the button for the ground floor and the car slowwwwly started it's descent. Then when it got to the second floor....it stopped.

I tried every button. Nuthin'. Stuck. Now for most people, this would be a minor snafu. But I happen to hate heights AND I'm claustrophobic. And here I was, alone, in a powerchair, in a tiny room, 20 feet off the ground.

I called out....I pushed the button with the bell on it....I had a small crying jag/meltdown. Then decided I'd better calm down, or I was gonna be in trouble. (See my previous entry re: Heart Condition)

After I stopped acting like a toddler, I pushed the button that said HELP and it rang the elevator company, and they said they were on the way. In the meantime, the apartment manager had heard my bell ringing cries for help and came to my aid. She got the door to open, and I got off on the second floor.  After a couple of test runs that worked fine, I got back on with her, and we made a safe landing on the ground floor.

I got home, an hour late, where I found Dave napping on the couch, none the wiser of my ordeal.

And THIS, my friends is why I :

A. Live on the ground floor
and
2. Don't shop for anyone else.