When someone asks, “Is (X place) accessible?” the answer is “no” if there are any stairs involved in getting there. It doesn’t matter if everything inside X is on one level but there are three “little” steps at the front door, or “just one flight of stairs out front.” Those “little” steps aren’t so little for those using scooter and wheelchairs. The answer is also “no” if there is no wholly accessible bathroom near the main area.
Just once, I’d like to arrive somewhere to find a place truly accessible instead of having someone who’d claimed accessibility say, “Oh, I didn’t think about those little steps!” or “But that’s just one flight of stairs!” or some such stupid thing. Even though I happen to be able to walk most of the time, if I’m using my scooter, there’s a reason for it. If I were to get off of it to walk up those few steps, where am I to store the scooter? 1 Plenty of other people cannot walk up those steps.
Why choose an inaccessible place of business, anyway? Why are builders continuing to build inaccessible residences? It isn’t expensive to build in accessibility in the first place, compared to renovating for accessibility. Has all the talk of the aging of America meant nothing with regards to home design?
Everyone is just temporarily abled in the long run, anyway. If you buy or build a house, it pays to go ahead and consider whether or not it would still suit you if you were injured in some manner. Could you get around on crutches or in a chair? If (shocking thought) you were to want to entertain someone who uses mobility devices to get around, could that person even get in your front door? Any door? I’ve lived in places where the answer would be a resounding “No!” and even if we got the poor soul in through, say, the garage, she couldn’t get up to the living areas.
1 A significant investment.
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Plinky asks: Milk, dark, or white chocolate?
My favorite is dark chocolate! The highest cocoa content around, please! I do try to go with the green, fair trade brands as much as possible.
Milk chocolate is for children whose palates haven’t been educated yet, and white chocolate (while yummy on strawberries) isn’t even real chocolate. We call it that for the sake of those poor souls who are allergic to anything containing cocoa.
The most important promises you’ll ever make in this life are the ones you make to yourself. I’ve lost sight of that fact, and broken at least one of my promises to myself. I need to remind myself of a few of my promises to myself (these aren’t all of them, by any means).
- I won’t allow anyone to act abusively towards me. The rule of thumb is that I shouldn’t accept treatment that I wouldn’t want for my child.
- No partner is worth my self-esteem, so I won’t stay with a anyone who tears me down.
- Any partner who tries to come between me and my child is history.
- I deserve a partner who is faithful to me and our agreements in every sense of the word, and I won’t lower myself by staying with someone who breaks them. New addendum: Forgiveness for infidelity is (at most!) a one-time thing.
- My life task right now is to get healthier in every realm of my life, and I can’t afford to associate with anyone detrimental to my overall health.
What promises have you made to yourself? How well do you keep them?
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That’s what March is usually known for, and so far the month is true to form here in Atlanta. Thunderstorms yesterday, more predicted for today. What’s different is that it’s hot, nastily muggy. I don’t recall even being tempted to use the A/C all year round until the last few years, but now it’s just about normal. Hello, climate change! And the A/C isn’t working here.
At least the cats enjoy having the windows open. They consider that an improvement over A/C any day. And I like watching the cats enjoy the fresh air. Cats embody “be here now” pretty well. It has been too long since I shared my life with a dog, but I seem to remember them doing it perfectly. I’m working on it that myself.
Such a word that is, indicative of choices big and small. I’ve faced more change than choice in the past 30 days or so, thanks to a major relationship change.1 But there have been choices, and there will be yet more choices in the future — choices that I will be making alone, for the first time in many years.
Choice, reflected in that word, is the NaBloPoMo theme for March. And I’m making a change, by making a choice to return to blogging.
I’ve been journaling privately these past weeks as a spiritual practice and have found it rewarding. I’m not quite doing writer’s pages à la Julia Cameron, but perhaps I’ll return to that discipline at some point. To be honest, my spiritual life has suffered greatly in the past six years, and my writing has suffered along with it (as well as my music, needlework, and everything else).
So, perhaps I’ll write about choices this month. Or about changes. Or about anything else that strikes my fancy. I’m just making a commmitment to posting a bit each day, for now.
1 One not yet reflected everywhere on my web sites, because it takes a lot of time to track down all mentions of a 14-year partnership