Alex adopted me a number of years ago. He actually belonged to the neighbor on the east side of me, yet spent hours hanging
out with his kitty friends that lived with my neighbors to the west. He traveled through my yard going back and forth between
home and friends.

At that time I had been laid off at work and was spending more time in my home office and patio area. Alex began spending more and more time on one of my Adirondack chairs, during which we had great conversations. He is very vocal and expressive. He also started to follow me into the house. He was unbelievably well mannered. I set out a water bowl for him. I was also rather allergic to him.

An allergy prescription and a year later, I set out a food bowl. I still cannot keep Alex in the house overnight (swollen yucky eyes and congestion issues). Yet he knows that he is welcome to join his kitty friends next door in a comfy kitty igloo in the kitties’ house. It’s a perfect arrangement.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Ten Years (Tuesday, January 19, 2010)

The truck driver was not aware that a car, possibly traveling near eighty miles an hour, had struck and rammed itself under the trailer he was hauling. It was a car with a single occupant - my adult son Travis. The driver stopped only because he thought a tire had blown.

Today is the tenth anniversary of that devastating day. Today it will rain in Alamo where he lives by himself in a trashy trailer house [see 01/07 post]. The chances are great it leaks. The porch and stairs leading out the door will be wet and slippery – there is no handicap access. The yard will be a quagmire of wet, slippery clinging mud. The weather service says it will rain for the next three or four days.

Travis will want to leave and get on his soaking wet motorized chair to go somewhere…. He will need to unplug the extension cord that charges his chair. To do so, he will be standing in a mud/water puddle. Of course he might not even get that far. He may be trying to get down the ratty slippery stairs and either lean too heavily on the single rusty railing causing it and him, to collapse; or he could just slip and fall.

Disabled man, no personal emergency alert system, no handicap access, no entrance covering, and an outdoor electrical socket – all equal the overwhelming potential for disaster AND I seem to be the only one who is deeply concerned and wants to do something about it. But those who have the required information for such help to be instituted are not sharing or cooperating.

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