Hi everybody! Welcome to another week. I’m gonna call this blog “Stages.” You know, I’ve gone through a lot of stages during this event. For example, my first stage, it was a pity party. I felt sorry for myself. My next stage was anger. And then, denial. You get it. Right now I’m in the stage where I don’t give a shit. I’ll give you an example. I was at a local pizza parlour with my family. Three mothers walked in with their children. The mothers sat down and put their children in a booth. Well, the kids were like wild animals. I felt like I should throw them some red meat. They were out of control. Mind you, I’m in my wheelchair. When the women left, I said to one woman, “Excuse me.” And then she leaned over and talked to me like I’m hearing impaired. She said, “Yes?” I said, “You win the prize.” And she said, “What?” and I said, “You win the prize.” She said, I don’t understand.” “Yeah, you win the prize of having the most unruly children I’ve ever seen. Your kids are like wild animals.”
Another time, I was at a restaurant and they wouldn’t seat me so I started singing. Have you ever heard me sing? It’s not pretty. Anyway, I got a table right away. Oh, by the way, I was singing, “I need a table right away! I have to eat, my blood sugar is low.”
Another time, actually, it was recently, my friends brought some wine to a restaurant. Our waitress said, “Oh no, you can’t bring any wine in here.” I said to the waitress, “Didn’t you get the memo?” And she replied, “What memo?” I said, “You know, the memo. It said we can do whatever the hell we want.” So you see, I don’t care what people think, and my friend said I’m a little unruly myself. I guess you could say, “You can dress me up, put me in a wheelchair, but you can’t take me out.” I’m going anyway.
So in a couple of days it’s Thanksgiving. We give thanks to things that are special to us. I’m thankful I’m here writing to you. I’m also thankful my little one is here. It’s great to hang out with her. I guess we should all be thankful for the little things in life. We forget about them. It’s a bit of a cliché, but the littlest things in life are special. Have a good week. Don’t eat too much. Love, B. Nice