Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Tonight's post is an apology (another one) framed, at least, by a theatrical title - specifically a quotation from what we thespian types superstitiously refer to as 'The Scottish Play'. Technically, the precaution is only necessary in an actual theatre building, but I never like to take chances.

Anyway, pretentious preamble over, the relevance of the quotation is that I'm going to have to postpone my promised post to tomorrow - again. The reason for that is pretty simple and boring. It's been another long and busy day, with an appointment followed by retraining some dear friends and helpers, and I'm tired. Since the arrival of my new chair, in my euphoria at the freedom it has restored, I've been packing as much as possible into my days - and I don't think I adequately prepared myself for the ordinary, non-disability-specific, exhaustion which would ensue. That's not to say I dislike it. On the contrary - it's such a novelty to be using my energy for interesting and enjoyable things, rather than just in an effort to stay upright, and it's one for which I shall be forever grateful. 

Whilst it has given me many things to write about, it has ironically also had the effect of stopping me from doing so, because my previous practice of blogging predominantly in the evening is no longer very viable. Basically, by the time I get there (here), I'm shattered. Consequently, if I want to write longer posts, it'll have to be done earlier, and that entails waiting for days on which I actually have free mornings. Like tomorrow. Once I get into the swing of queuing posts, I'm sure it'll be a lot easier to keep to my schedule, but until then all I have to offer you is yet another picture (in prose) of my hands upheld. Sorry - I hope that's okay.

Eager wheeler

The keen bean that I am, I wrote 300 words of a preliminary paragraph for the first chapter of my PhD this morning, with the help of my wonderful friend (and willing typist), Cat. I'll post more about my thesis plans at another point, and shall chart the journey on this blog, but for now I just wanted to say how grateful I am (and how lovely it feels) to be upright and comfortable enough to concentrate properly on work - and to enjoy it!

(Although that's not hard when you're writing about your favourite pieces of theatre!)

Today's subject was the musical Wicked (which currently features another of my fabulous friends, Savannah) so, in the spirit of the show,

Thank Oz for friends and my new chair!

#Wheelchairproblems no.1

I feel I should start this post with a reassurance - my lovely, brand new chair is absolutely fine and fabulous. The title is a reference to the 'wheelchair problems' tag on Tumblr and Twitter, where people note the (often ironic and highly humorous) issues with which they are presented as they navigate this world sitting down. I've decided to detail some of my own as a recurring series of brief, lighthearted vignettes as a contrast to some of my lengthier and more involved pieces. For good measure, I'll post separately to catalogue their opposites, known by the tag 'wheelchair perks' - because I'm all about balance and, contrary to what people might think, there are many of both. All of these will be written in the second person, using 'you', as is the convention of the tags.

So, following that introduction, here is my offering for today (though it actually happened yesterday):

When you're waiting to cross the road and the green man flashes, but a car has stopped over the crossing leaving the tiniest gap, and your lovely friend Lucy has to put on her teacher voice to talk to the driver. They eventually move an inch, but by this time the light has changed, so you wait, again, watching Lucy scowl at the car as it drives off, and you can't help but giggle. 

Then you have tea, and all is right with the world, no matter how much mess you make by getting jam on your trousers.

I hope you've enjoyed this little tale. A huge thank you to Lucy for being stern with the traffic and for a lovely day.