It was a Dark and Stormy Day....

The kind of day that you just want to stay inside
and watch horror movies but...
Bob had a doctor's appointment.
Three blocks away.
I had planned to push him there in the wheelchair.

Of course, the old brick street in front of our house was flooded.
And I would have cancelled that appointment but--
the doctor has an evil policy
and if you reschedule two appts. in a row,
they charge you $50.00....
and I had already rescheduled his last appointment.

So we geared up. I had bought a couple of rain
ponchos last year. This was the first time we used them.
I bought them because it is darn near impossible to carry an umbrella and push a wheelchair.
I tell you, I laughed out loud when we put them on.
As we looked like a couple of dorks wearing trash bags.
Oh my, I wouldn't have been caught dead wearing such a get-up a few years ago....

So we went.
It was thundering and lightening.
The wind kept blowing the hood of that poncho over my face.
And I couldn't see a thing.
And why is it that there is always a deep puddle at curb cuts for wheelchairs? Even where the rest of the street is dry?
But we got there. A bit drenched.

Though I do think these rain ponchos will make a good
Halloween costume.
All we need now are a couple of blood stained hatchets to carry with us....

As Bob used to always tell me: "Life is an adventure!"