Sat in a wheelchair yesterday. A manual one. Cruised around Fanny Allen a bit. Not so much with my hands but with my feet. And other people’s hands. I think the last time I rode around being pushed by my mom, it was on a shopping cart at the Martin’s (Shop ‘n Save). A wheelchair is much smoother. It’s been a long time since I moved so effortlessly.

Of course I also see all of this another way: this is what I’ve become, a lump for someone to push along.