Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID It is a good practice to look back. Not an easy one, but a good one. There are lessons once learned, then forgotten, which we benefit by recalling. Thanksgiving rolls around again tomorrow. Turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce . . . and a side of COVID. My state continuesContinue reading “Thanksgiving in the Time of COVID”
Category Archives: Gettin’ By (Lifestyle Changes, Greater Independence)
Yetanotherversary
Yetanotherversary. These always seem to slip by me. 8 years (and 2 days) ago, I started back to work. A man, his wheelchair, and a circus cannon. Three employer labels later, grateful to God, family, great docs, nurses, PTs, OTs, Seating Specialists – – and for a host of exceptional colleagues. Cheers!
Career Mobility
Friday marked my final day as a Merrill employee. Monday, I, along with 1200+ former Merrill-ites, will join the ranks of DTI Global. Mixed emotions. The Merrill years were rich, professionally speaking, and Merrill was far beyond accommodating, following a certain nasty little bicycle accident. DTI is a proven winner, formerly a tenacious competitor, andContinue reading “Career Mobility”
Just Might Go Vegan
An enterprising young man stopped by yesterday evening and rang the doorbell. Standing at our storm door, he carried two obviously heavy boxes labeled “Prime USDA Select Cuts.” I was on a business call, so my wife spoke with him at the door, partly open. I could hear his well-rehearsed extended soliloquy. As he soliloquized,Continue reading “Just Might Go Vegan”
Portions, Lots, Lines and Pleasant Places
Psalm 16:5-8 — The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot.The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance. I bless the Lord who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me. I have set the Lord always before me; becauseContinue reading “Portions, Lots, Lines and Pleasant Places”
Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal
I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. I’m makin’ ooaaatmeal. Upon a stooovetop. Upon a stooovetop. Don’t touch the red part. Don’t touch the red part. That thing’ll burn you. That thing’ll burn you. Steelcut, not rollled. Steelcut, not rollled. Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally Stir periooo . . . . . . Dicaaally That’sContinue reading “Occupationally Therapeutic Oatmeal”
Nellie and Me After PT
Thirty-five minutes in the “Stander” (imagine being seated, then unfolded, slowly raised to a standing position, and clamped into a Nordic Track ski machine). Now resting with Nellie supervising my warm-down. A picture of me standing not likely, as my britches tend to head south in a hurry. More like a Nordic De-Pantser. Modesty prevails.Continue reading “Nellie and Me After PT”
God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining
May, 2010 — Since my accident, now nine months on, I’ve noticed quite a few times that I lose track of time. I’m not talking about clock time. I’m talking about calendar time. The month. The date. The year. The day. I suppose it could be because I spent quite a few weeks away fromContinue reading “God in the Checkbook, or Quicken’s Silver Lining”
Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken
On August 20, 2009, four years and five months ago, I enjoyed my last two-wheeled bike ride and experienced a real life-changer. Now a C7 tetraplegic, paralyzed from the mid-chest down, I have grown in my appreciation for God’s grace and mercy (after all, I could’ve been killed or much more profoundly injured). I haveContinue reading “Fearfully and Wonderfully Broken”
Four Years On
August 20th. Feeling dull today. THE day. Four years on. Saw it coming. Should be purposeful in some deliberate direction. Should be laying my Ebenezer here or there, or going back to visit one. No real inclination. Knackered. For nervous earlier weeks and frantic days, I’d ridden the joyful rising emotional currents of Allie’s muchContinue reading “Four Years On”
WheeledWords 