I got a short course in how to operate the lift and the chair,
that stayed with me about as long as it took me to pull out of the parking lot. Just because you thought you had the wheelchair secured, doesn't mean it is. The chances of it breaking free and flying into the back of the driver's seat, are better than one would think. It gets crazy when the tap of the chair against the back of the driver's seat causes the chair to give you a hard hug... and then refuses to Tap Out. I have immense respect for my friend's hubby that he can run that dang thing with his chin.
Got to the far town, and left off the chair at the wheelchair hospital. Off I went to the big bookstore. I can go into bookstore zen faster than all get out. It was disappointing that they didn't have LL's http://symbolic-mirage.blogspot.com/
in hard copy like I wanted.
After a couple hours of bookstore zenning I moved on to one of my favorite plant places. Such interesting plants (ie: Feverfew) and yard art...
Returned to the wheelchair hospital, loaded up and headed home. An hour later as the helo is landing for a short break...
I was trying to keep the big van from biffing it at the entrance to the parking lot. How embarrassing would that be, to bite the dust in front of the ER, especially when I used to work there.
Headed off to dinner with Marymine, Devil Doc and crew. (the Devil Doc grandson is home for a short time before going back to the 'stan with his out in front Marines.)
I showed him the pics from my times house sitting. With much laughter, the other grandkids reminded him that things always seem to "happen" when granny is around. Just life...!