A New Beginning Back in Texas

Hobbling is not one of my limited abilities, nor is it one I want to perfect. But, my aspirations do not seem to matter when I’m attempting to jump around on one foot after unceremonially falling in the garden of a local church.

Yep, broke my left ankle in two places exactly one year after breaking a bone in my right ankle.

I should have learned the hobbling technique, but apparently some things just aren’t worth retaining.

All this is to say, I am now saddled with a wheelchair, a knee scooter, crutches, and a bad attitude as I maneuver around boxes and furniture in my new home.

New home? You ask. Yes, I have moved back to Texas as it is obvious I have a propensity to do bodily harm to my 84-year-old bones, and I have nice stepchildren who are willing to see that I am surrounded by people younger than me.

My new location is in a lovely senior living center (thus far I’m not enrolled in an assisted living establishment) in Burleson, some 50 miles from the oversight kids.

Certainly, it was difficult to leave my casa in San Miguel, my best friends, my doglets, and the magic of this wonderful Mexican city, but life keeps showing me new opportunities, challenges, and types of modern day wheelchairs. My grandmother would have swooned over the portable and wheelie electric chairs now on the market. Certainly they beat the heck over the cane back chairs she sat in during her lifetime.

I’m hoping to empty some of the boxes I packed for this move, understanding this may take awhile since operating any of the medical paraphernalia isn’t conducive to speed nor efficiency. But neither one of those things has been a strength I’ve possessed in my lifetime.

My current best abilities seem to be breaking bones, and I’m really good at that.