Dancing Leaves

Now what do I say? I keep asking myself. I don’t want to talk only about things that make me different. I just like to talk about the things I see and enjoy.

Like yesterday, as I was eating my oatmeal, I sat at my window looking out at the backyard. There is a big old tree that was shedding its leaves. It was interesting how each leaf would fall differently. Some would drop like a stone. Then others would flutter back and forth slowly taking its time to meet the earth. Then I saw the "dancers" that would spin dizzily like a top, seeming to drill into the grass. It was fun watching.

Yes, I really loved the dancers!

Beth

Beth's first blog post

Hello, my name is Beth. I live in a little city outside of Buffalo with my husband, Paul.

Paul and I both use wheelchairs, and a good portion of our day involves taking care of our bodies. It wasn't always like this for either of us. So often, people don't realize how difficult it is for us to get through the day. Today I came to visit my sister, Janice, just four miles away. Other people can jump in the car, and go. For me, it took 45 minutes, and I had to call and arrange for the ride yesterday. I have to tell the driver when I have to leave, and I have to leave before the bus stops running. So, as Jan says, I can't just leave in a huff!

I don't want this blog to be a complaint; but I do want people to understand. Sometimes people complain about problems -- but really, they aren't problems, they're just inconveniences.

One day, Paul and I were out walking, rolling along in our wheelchairs.A man had run out of gas, and he asked us where he could find a gas station. He was really disgusted when we told him. "A whole block away!" he said.

"Hey. At least you can walk," I called after him.

You know what? He came back, and shook my hand.

So, I'd like to tell you more in future posts. I have lots to tell. My life is small, but it is lovely.

Beth