Normally I abhor the practice of blaming the victims, but tonight I feel I must cross that line. I am so pissed at all the East Coasters jumping in front of TV cameras and demanding Help Now! I am totally behind Governor Chris Christie, who told the people of his state: you were warned to evacuate. Those of you who ignored that warning and now need help? We're not sending anyone out in the DARK to go rescue you, and you'll just have to wait your turn to get water, blankets, gas, etc.
Honestly, people, Katrina was not that long ago. Did we learn nothing from that?
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Boo-boo Foot
My left foot is all black and blue, and so puffy I can't get my custom made orthotic shoe on it. In fact, I have trouble getting my Happy Feet slipper on it. And it hurts! I need to keep it compressed, but I can't get an Ace bandage to stay smoothly on my foot. (I'm very good at strapping and ankle, but how do you wrap the front of the foot, including the toes? I try to keep it elevated but I'm home alone with the two dogs while Wild Bill works 12 hour shifts the next few days.
Yesterday and today actually haven't been too bad, boredom-wise, because it's been raining. Tomorrow, though, it's going to bad. Real bad. Because the temps will be in the low 80's, the sun will be out and the dogs will want to play!
Yesterday and today actually haven't been too bad, boredom-wise, because it's been raining. Tomorrow, though, it's going to bad. Real bad. Because the temps will be in the low 80's, the sun will be out and the dogs will want to play!
Is an RV for me?
Wild Bill's favorite activity in the whole wide world is lawnmower racing. He belongs to the Michigan chapter of the US Lawn Mower Racing Association, and races all over the lower half of the lower peninsula as well as in nearby states such as Illinois, Ohio, Tennessee, Minnesota, Wisconsin and even Georgia once. I like to go with him when I can, but being a large, gimpy lady presents an odd, amusing, but nonetheless serious problem for me. Let's call it Potty Access.
Most races are held either in large fields with temporary tracks or else in fairgrounds with many fences. This limits my Potty Access to either porta-johns that are nearly impossible for me to use or to indoor flushies that are a quarter-mile away or more the way the crow flies--not including the zig-zagging one must do to get out of the pit area and past the spectator areas via the small, hard-to-spot gates and going against the flow of body traffic. Difficult for anyone who has trouble walking any distance, not to mention that the ground is usually very uneven at a fairgrounds or event center. Porta-johns? Forget it. They are rarely placed on level ground and usually any handicapped accessible units are placed only on the spectator side of the fence, not on the pit side. So it's not unusual for me to have to "hold it" for 9-12 hours on an event day. In my case, I not only have trouble walking--I had a kidney transplant 14 years ago, and I need to keep my kidney "flushed," for lack of a better term. I also need to be able to maintain a certain level of cleanliness. Not "bubble-boy" level but definitely higher than porta-john level!
I had hopes when we bought a used, enclosed trailer two years ago that we might get a camping toilet and stash it somewhere in the nose of the trailer, so I could quickly duck behind something, anything, and relieve myself 2-3 times per race day, but although it sounds easy in theory, it's harder to accomplish than one would think. Then we started looking at toy-haulers. Camping trailer in the front, cargo area in the back. Perfect, right?
Until we started looking at them up close and realized that many of them have you stash your "cargo" right in the sleeping area of the camper. Fold up the bed and voila! Room for your dirt bikes! We don't need to actually SLEEP in the trailer--unless Bill wants to save $$ by camping at the track instead of paying to sleep on a bedbug-ridden mattress in a sponsoring motel. To get one large enough to hold two racing mowers, however, would cost more than we can afford to spend and then would require a bigger truck to tow it!
But an RV now...we've looked at a few. We would like a smallish, used Class C that I can climb into fairly easily, and we think we've found one in the Fleetwood Tioga. Although we would have to construct our own step for me to go in and out of the camper portion, I can easily jump in and out of the passenger door of the cab and swing my legs around to stand up between the seats. The toilet is on a raised platform and is easy for me to use without having to add safety rails. It's a very small size. Behind the driver's seat is a dinette/sleeper, the fridge, some storage and the bathroom (sink, toilet, tub/shower). Behind the passenger seat is a swivel chair, the door, a rannge, kitchen sink, and the main bed. There is also sleeping space above the cab but I've no idea how a person could use it, ha ha!
So, a way to bring the dogs along, a place for me to rest, a way for us to bring food to the track instead of having to buy questionable fair food, and maybe I could rustle up some supper before we hit the road afterward? Shade (I think they all have awnings), and a potty! Plus we can use it at times we are not going to a race, if we care to take off for a weekend! Now all we have to do is educate ourselves on how to buy a used RV.
Fortunately THIS gimp can do a tiny bit of climbing with enough safety rails to pull myself up and in with!
Most races are held either in large fields with temporary tracks or else in fairgrounds with many fences. This limits my Potty Access to either porta-johns that are nearly impossible for me to use or to indoor flushies that are a quarter-mile away or more the way the crow flies--not including the zig-zagging one must do to get out of the pit area and past the spectator areas via the small, hard-to-spot gates and going against the flow of body traffic. Difficult for anyone who has trouble walking any distance, not to mention that the ground is usually very uneven at a fairgrounds or event center. Porta-johns? Forget it. They are rarely placed on level ground and usually any handicapped accessible units are placed only on the spectator side of the fence, not on the pit side. So it's not unusual for me to have to "hold it" for 9-12 hours on an event day. In my case, I not only have trouble walking--I had a kidney transplant 14 years ago, and I need to keep my kidney "flushed," for lack of a better term. I also need to be able to maintain a certain level of cleanliness. Not "bubble-boy" level but definitely higher than porta-john level!
I had hopes when we bought a used, enclosed trailer two years ago that we might get a camping toilet and stash it somewhere in the nose of the trailer, so I could quickly duck behind something, anything, and relieve myself 2-3 times per race day, but although it sounds easy in theory, it's harder to accomplish than one would think. Then we started looking at toy-haulers. Camping trailer in the front, cargo area in the back. Perfect, right?
Until we started looking at them up close and realized that many of them have you stash your "cargo" right in the sleeping area of the camper. Fold up the bed and voila! Room for your dirt bikes! We don't need to actually SLEEP in the trailer--unless Bill wants to save $$ by camping at the track instead of paying to sleep on a bedbug-ridden mattress in a sponsoring motel. To get one large enough to hold two racing mowers, however, would cost more than we can afford to spend and then would require a bigger truck to tow it!
But an RV now...we've looked at a few. We would like a smallish, used Class C that I can climb into fairly easily, and we think we've found one in the Fleetwood Tioga. Although we would have to construct our own step for me to go in and out of the camper portion, I can easily jump in and out of the passenger door of the cab and swing my legs around to stand up between the seats. The toilet is on a raised platform and is easy for me to use without having to add safety rails. It's a very small size. Behind the driver's seat is a dinette/sleeper, the fridge, some storage and the bathroom (sink, toilet, tub/shower). Behind the passenger seat is a swivel chair, the door, a rannge, kitchen sink, and the main bed. There is also sleeping space above the cab but I've no idea how a person could use it, ha ha!
So, a way to bring the dogs along, a place for me to rest, a way for us to bring food to the track instead of having to buy questionable fair food, and maybe I could rustle up some supper before we hit the road afterward? Shade (I think they all have awnings), and a potty! Plus we can use it at times we are not going to a race, if we care to take off for a weekend! Now all we have to do is educate ourselves on how to buy a used RV.
Fortunately THIS gimp can do a tiny bit of climbing with enough safety rails to pull myself up and in with!
Late Summer Sunday in St Helen
Today was the only day Wild Bill had off from work, and we decided that even though we had no one to go trail riding with, we'd drive over to St Helen and check it out. I'm so glad we did! We haven't been over there in years, and it's so different from what we remember!
St Helen is only an hour's drive away, down M-55 and Old 55. It seems to be a very complete small town, with a sparkling new grocery story emphasizing "fresh" foods, drug store, auto parts store, dollar store, power sports shop, storage yards, builders, eateries, and lots of Mom and Pop-style motels and cottages. The outsides of these places all seemed well mowed, trimmed and painted, suggesting that business is thriving, and why shouldn't it be? Most of their clientele consists of dirt bike and ATV riders, perhaps a few visitors to Kirkland Community College, maybe some hunters in the fall, and snowmobile riders in the winter. A room or cabin need not be fancy, just clean with a comfy bed, a shower, heat and a/c and a convenient location, and I'm sure most, if not all of these places provide it! Also there is a bare-bones place to park your camper or RV right across the road from one of the main trail heads--what could be more convenient?
It was fun seeing all the ATV's, side-by-sides and golf carts toodling down the sides of the streets in town! Although the day was chilly with a few short showers here and there, people were out and about enjoying the day. Most of the businesses were open, as should happen in a town that draws many tourists! After stopping at the very friendly St Helen Power Sports to buy a map and ask a lot of questions, it was time for lunch. We passed the Hen House and the Peach Pit and chose the Firehouse Bar and Grill. They were hosting a party of some kind on the fireplace side so we ate in the bar side. I suggest you bring a small flashlight to read the menu because it's very dark, especially on such a cloudy day. But the food is great, as is the service. The decor is what I'd call "firehouse chic," as opposed to being so over-the-top that it's distractingly tacky. The waitress station at the bar has a sign that warns patrons to stand back 500 feet and there are a few fire truck touches but no obnoxious flashing red lights, sirens or bells. Drums in a corner and a dance floor indicate life music, Friday night "bonfires" (we guess in the other side, where the fireplace is) and reference to a Saturday night "foam party" indicate lively entertainment. But on a Sunday afternoon, parents with kids filled the booths along the walls and middle-aged men lined the bar watching the Tigers game on the big-screen TV's. There is an old fire truck parked at the north end of the parking lot, looking dusty and retired, and we wondered if they get it running for local parades or the yearly Firemen's Memorial Ceremony in Roscommon, a few miles away.
Other things we noticed about St Helen included the Charlton Heston Academy. At first I chuckled and said this must be where all the local gun-hunters send their kids to school, but then I remembered that Charlton Heston did frequent this part of Michigan "back in the day." I've seen photos of him, along with some of his Hollywood friends, at a small ski resort in Ogemaw County. A Google search confirmed that he is, indeed, from the St Helen area and inherited a Christmas tree farm near there when his parents passed away. The Academy is slated to open right after Labor Day this September.
Now the parts that make St Helen worthy of praise from the Gimp: in a word, the town is LEVEL. Hardly any steps or stairs to be seen anywhere. If you can get around on an ATV, UTV, golf cart or snowmobile, you can enjoy this town in exactly the same way as everyone else! Sidewalks and parking lots are even, curbs are low. Locals are used to seeing out-of-towners and are friendly and welcoming, unlike some tourist towns that we won't mention today.
Bottom line: if you love the outdoors and have some mobility issues, there's a good chance St Helen is the answer to your search!
St Helen is only an hour's drive away, down M-55 and Old 55. It seems to be a very complete small town, with a sparkling new grocery story emphasizing "fresh" foods, drug store, auto parts store, dollar store, power sports shop, storage yards, builders, eateries, and lots of Mom and Pop-style motels and cottages. The outsides of these places all seemed well mowed, trimmed and painted, suggesting that business is thriving, and why shouldn't it be? Most of their clientele consists of dirt bike and ATV riders, perhaps a few visitors to Kirkland Community College, maybe some hunters in the fall, and snowmobile riders in the winter. A room or cabin need not be fancy, just clean with a comfy bed, a shower, heat and a/c and a convenient location, and I'm sure most, if not all of these places provide it! Also there is a bare-bones place to park your camper or RV right across the road from one of the main trail heads--what could be more convenient?
It was fun seeing all the ATV's, side-by-sides and golf carts toodling down the sides of the streets in town! Although the day was chilly with a few short showers here and there, people were out and about enjoying the day. Most of the businesses were open, as should happen in a town that draws many tourists! After stopping at the very friendly St Helen Power Sports to buy a map and ask a lot of questions, it was time for lunch. We passed the Hen House and the Peach Pit and chose the Firehouse Bar and Grill. They were hosting a party of some kind on the fireplace side so we ate in the bar side. I suggest you bring a small flashlight to read the menu because it's very dark, especially on such a cloudy day. But the food is great, as is the service. The decor is what I'd call "firehouse chic," as opposed to being so over-the-top that it's distractingly tacky. The waitress station at the bar has a sign that warns patrons to stand back 500 feet and there are a few fire truck touches but no obnoxious flashing red lights, sirens or bells. Drums in a corner and a dance floor indicate life music, Friday night "bonfires" (we guess in the other side, where the fireplace is) and reference to a Saturday night "foam party" indicate lively entertainment. But on a Sunday afternoon, parents with kids filled the booths along the walls and middle-aged men lined the bar watching the Tigers game on the big-screen TV's. There is an old fire truck parked at the north end of the parking lot, looking dusty and retired, and we wondered if they get it running for local parades or the yearly Firemen's Memorial Ceremony in Roscommon, a few miles away.
Other things we noticed about St Helen included the Charlton Heston Academy. At first I chuckled and said this must be where all the local gun-hunters send their kids to school, but then I remembered that Charlton Heston did frequent this part of Michigan "back in the day." I've seen photos of him, along with some of his Hollywood friends, at a small ski resort in Ogemaw County. A Google search confirmed that he is, indeed, from the St Helen area and inherited a Christmas tree farm near there when his parents passed away. The Academy is slated to open right after Labor Day this September.
Now the parts that make St Helen worthy of praise from the Gimp: in a word, the town is LEVEL. Hardly any steps or stairs to be seen anywhere. If you can get around on an ATV, UTV, golf cart or snowmobile, you can enjoy this town in exactly the same way as everyone else! Sidewalks and parking lots are even, curbs are low. Locals are used to seeing out-of-towners and are friendly and welcoming, unlike some tourist towns that we won't mention today.
Bottom line: if you love the outdoors and have some mobility issues, there's a good chance St Helen is the answer to your search!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
You're Only As Fat As You Feel
Lately I've been forgetting that I'm fat.
I don't know when it started, or how, but my size is becoming less and less of an issue. Sometimes it catches me by surprise when I see my reflection and realize I'm still a size 2X from the waist up!
I think there are several causes for this forgetfulness. One is, I'm getting older and growing senile.
Second, the adaptive changes I've made to my environment are paying off, and I'm getting around and doing day-to-day activities with more energy and less pain. So perhaps my subconscious lumps my weight problem in with my disability, and my more "normal" feelings somehow include a "normal" size as well.
Thirdly, I have had some very vivid dreams this summer, probably due to the heat and the "upside down" schedule the dogs and I are keeping. I'm not doing anything bizarre in my dreams--rather, I'm going to work or taking classes or somehow maintaining regular daily activities. In my dreams, I'm either a "normal" size or my heaviness is never a problem.
I think I'll be in for a shock Monday when I weigh in at the doctor's.
I don't know when it started, or how, but my size is becoming less and less of an issue. Sometimes it catches me by surprise when I see my reflection and realize I'm still a size 2X from the waist up!
I think there are several causes for this forgetfulness. One is, I'm getting older and growing senile.
Second, the adaptive changes I've made to my environment are paying off, and I'm getting around and doing day-to-day activities with more energy and less pain. So perhaps my subconscious lumps my weight problem in with my disability, and my more "normal" feelings somehow include a "normal" size as well.
Thirdly, I have had some very vivid dreams this summer, probably due to the heat and the "upside down" schedule the dogs and I are keeping. I'm not doing anything bizarre in my dreams--rather, I'm going to work or taking classes or somehow maintaining regular daily activities. In my dreams, I'm either a "normal" size or my heaviness is never a problem.
I think I'll be in for a shock Monday when I weigh in at the doctor's.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Young American Idiots
For a 50+ year old with no kids, I seem to have acquired a lot of young Facebook and Twitter friends and followers. Have I mentioned lately how much I dislike children? Anyway, I can't figure out why these young idiots feel the need to post their thoughts online, because they have so few of their own! With few exceptions, their statuses are something copied from somewhere else, either song lyrics that don't apply to them, unattributed "quotations" that aren't as wise as the child thinks they are, declarations of love or pain on the loss of the boy or girl they've been "in a relationship" with for less than two weeks,.or photos or videos they are "sharing."
Some days like today, I'll be in a perfectly good mood, but I'll read something that I SWEAR is calculated to reward me with a one-way ticket to hell. I have this intense urge to reply to these statuses (statusi?) and point out how dumb they are. My mature side prevents me from doing this, but I have to reply somewhere. So since no one reads my blogs anyway, why not here?
So in no particular order, here we go!
AW:
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game
Some days like today, I'll be in a perfectly good mood, but I'll read something that I SWEAR is calculated to reward me with a one-way ticket to hell. I have this intense urge to reply to these statuses (statusi?) and point out how dumb they are. My mature side prevents me from doing this, but I have to reply somewhere. So since no one reads my blogs anyway, why not here?
So in no particular order, here we go!
AW:
Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
East Tawas, Michigan
East Tawas is a GREAT town to take Grandma and/or Grandpa to! The sidewalks are evenly paved with bricks, making it easy to walk or roll over, but textured enough to not be slippery. ALL of the shops, and businesses we encountered today on Newman Street, the "main drag" were easily accessible with my rolling walker, although some were a bit of a tight fit. Elevators are available for the second floor spaces, and public restrooms are plentiful and clearly marked. I would avoid Norman's, the big green monstrosity on the corner of Newman and Bay Streets, however. It's cluttered enough to be a fire hazard.
Besides Newman Street, the state dock and adjoining day-use park are also easy to get to and pleasant. There is also a sidewalk along the bay side of US-23 from East Tawas all the way back to Tawas City, with many benches along the way if you need to stop and rest.
Several of the East Tawas eateries have outdoor dining available. Just today we noticed G's Pizzeria, Marion's Dairy Bar, Barnacle Bill's and Jacks's with outdoor seating. It was just a touch on the chilly side today, though, so only Marion's actually had diners outdoors. But we did notice on Newman Street several of the decorative benches were occupied, as people enjoyed the weather and visited.
We were excited to see that several of the "gift shops" carried unique items that you just don't find in your run-of-the-mill tourist trap shops. Our favorite stop of the day was Brew Crew. My sister was intrigued by several series of unique figurines. One group was some freaky frogs, and another series were just regular people. I fell in LOVE with a mirror/art piece that I thought would be great to put on the wall of the living room to serve as a "last glance" before heading out or a place to fix your hair when you took your hat off. BUT it was over $90 so I had to pass. I did buy a bag of cherry dog treats, made in Michigan, not China, so I feel perfectly safe feeding them to my beloveds.
The other side of the store sold wine and wine-related items, spice mixtures, bottled sauces, and spiffy kitchen tools. They had a section of Michigan wines, and I was delighted to be shown two labels I'd never heard of before. The staff were all so helpful and knowledgeable; a real pleasure to browse!
There were at least two antiques shops on the main drag, and who doesn't love antiques? There is also a small restaurant on US-23 between Tawas City and East Tawas called Augie's On The Bay. Good "home cooking" type place with a wonderful view!
Bottom line, take Grandpa fishing at the state dock, Grandma to the antique store, and on a hot Saturday afternoon take them to the matinee at the Family Theater. In the evenings, look for shows at the Playhouse, band concerts at the park, or for a drive out to Tawas Point or Lumberman's Monument/Iargo Springs when the wildlife starts stirring before dusk. I'm sorry I have no idea about the accessibility of any of the family-owned motels or cabins, but there are several chain motels between the Tawases and Oscoda.
Besides Newman Street, the state dock and adjoining day-use park are also easy to get to and pleasant. There is also a sidewalk along the bay side of US-23 from East Tawas all the way back to Tawas City, with many benches along the way if you need to stop and rest.
Several of the East Tawas eateries have outdoor dining available. Just today we noticed G's Pizzeria, Marion's Dairy Bar, Barnacle Bill's and Jacks's with outdoor seating. It was just a touch on the chilly side today, though, so only Marion's actually had diners outdoors. But we did notice on Newman Street several of the decorative benches were occupied, as people enjoyed the weather and visited.
We were excited to see that several of the "gift shops" carried unique items that you just don't find in your run-of-the-mill tourist trap shops. Our favorite stop of the day was Brew Crew. My sister was intrigued by several series of unique figurines. One group was some freaky frogs, and another series were just regular people. I fell in LOVE with a mirror/art piece that I thought would be great to put on the wall of the living room to serve as a "last glance" before heading out or a place to fix your hair when you took your hat off. BUT it was over $90 so I had to pass. I did buy a bag of cherry dog treats, made in Michigan, not China, so I feel perfectly safe feeding them to my beloveds.
The other side of the store sold wine and wine-related items, spice mixtures, bottled sauces, and spiffy kitchen tools. They had a section of Michigan wines, and I was delighted to be shown two labels I'd never heard of before. The staff were all so helpful and knowledgeable; a real pleasure to browse!
There were at least two antiques shops on the main drag, and who doesn't love antiques? There is also a small restaurant on US-23 between Tawas City and East Tawas called Augie's On The Bay. Good "home cooking" type place with a wonderful view!
Bottom line, take Grandpa fishing at the state dock, Grandma to the antique store, and on a hot Saturday afternoon take them to the matinee at the Family Theater. In the evenings, look for shows at the Playhouse, band concerts at the park, or for a drive out to Tawas Point or Lumberman's Monument/Iargo Springs when the wildlife starts stirring before dusk. I'm sorry I have no idea about the accessibility of any of the family-owned motels or cabins, but there are several chain motels between the Tawases and Oscoda.
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