Okay, I admit it. I'm feeling sorry for myself.

And, just in case you didn't get the point: whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Okay, I feel better. Marginally.

So why am I whining?

Well, I'm in one of the honoured years at this year's Convocation at UofT. That includes an afternoon party at the President's house (they're even providing a bus between the campus and his house) and all sorts of other activities.

So, just why am I whining instead of going?

Well, for starters, I no longer live a block away from the campus. So, it's inconvenient.
Secondly, my mobility problems are a problem. Like struggling onto the bus, etc., etc.
Thirdly, I don't want people I went to school with to see my walker. Yes, I know: shallow. OTOH, because of my new Pirate Bob status, I know I wouldn't even recognise them, which would make me feel even worse (and I don't think that is shallow). After all, there are people I don't recognise at church and I go every week!
Fourthly, I'm celebrating my birthday on the day of most of the festivities.

So ... really, I can't make it. But, that doesn't stop me from majorly pouting. ;-p Probably even a bigger Canadian pout than Rodney's (which is impressive enough).

At least John cheered me up immensely this morning. He sent me a link to a pic of two men fencing. So, what was unusual about that? They both needed walkers to remain upright. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Of course, his point was that merely using a walker didn't prevent one from doing things ... like fencing, John?

Okay, okay, I'm now reduced to making fun of myself. With an underlying pout. Anyway, I can't stay up late tonight, as I have to get ready to see the physiotherapist tomorrow. And she's going to find out what my favourite swear word is. Or substitute. I may just keep screeching WORD every time she does something that hurts me.

Arrgghh.
But polite Canadian hugs, too,
H.

Okay, I admit it. I'm feeling sorry for myself.

And, just in case you didn't get the point: whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Okay, I feel better. Marginally.

So why am I whining?

Well, I'm in one of the honoured years at this year's Convocation at UofT. That includes an afternoon party at the President's house (they're even providing a bus between the campus and his house) and all sorts of other activities.

So, just why am I whining instead of going?

Well, for starters, I no longer live a block away from the campus. So, it's inconvenient.
Secondly, my mobility problems are a problem. Like struggling onto the bus, etc., etc.
Thirdly, I don't want people I went to school with to see my walker. Yes, I know: shallow. OTOH, because of my new Pirate Bob status, I know I wouldn't even recognise them, which would make me feel even worse (and I don't think that is shallow). After all, there are people I don't recognise at church and I go every week!
Fourthly, I'm celebrating my birthday on the day of most of the festivities.

So ... really, I can't make it. But, that doesn't stop me from majorly pouting. ;-p Probably even a bigger Canadian pout than Rodney's (which is impressive enough).

At least John cheered me up immensely this morning. He sent me a link to a pic of two men fencing. So, what was unusual about that? They both needed walkers to remain upright. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Of course, his point was that merely using a walker didn't prevent one from doing things ... like fencing, John?

Okay, okay, I'm now reduced to making fun of myself. With an underlying pout. Anyway, I can't stay up late tonight, as I have to get ready to see the physiotherapist tomorrow. And she's going to find out what my favourite swear word is. Or substitute. I may just keep screeching WORD every time she does something that hurts me.

Arrgghh.
But polite Canadian hugs, too,
H.