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We are two disabled, oldish women who have been adventuring through life for years. We are talking about how disabilities, both visible and not, change the way we enjoy our retirement.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Donna Speaks: A Fortunate Happenstance

I was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window, washing dishes.  I heard the roar of a motorcycle and looked up.  This female-woman-lady person straddling a big ole black bike was carefully maneuvering it up the driveway to the house.  From her slim body, long legs extended on either side of the leather saddle to the foot pegs.

As the roaring stopped, she planted those long legs firmly on the ground. Still seated, she popped the chin strap and lifted the helmet off her head to reveal short, curly, mostly pepper hair.  The woman ran fingers of her left hand through her hair and turned to look at the house revealing a small, square face and brown eyes.  When she spied me in the window, her lips smiled a crooked smile and her left hand waved.  

The woman dismounted, shoved the kickstand solidly to the ground, tucked her black helmet under her right arm, and walked toward the house.

"Whoa!" I thought and something stirred in me.
My apartment in New Orleans had been broken into.  The thieves gained entry through a window - after they'd removed the a/c unit. Even took my phone. I wanted to move.  

A woman on the north shore of Lake Pontchartrain in rural Goodbee was looking for a house-sitter because she traveled a lot.  Anyway, my new job was at a psychiatric hospital on the northshore.  So I moved in to Liz's house. I'd only been there about a month when Liz came home for a respite and decided to throw a party.
Jan hardly knew Liz. She'd met her at a Christmas party. Didn't much like her. When she received Liz's invitation, she was less than excited but thought, "What the hell?"  Jan rode her Honda all the way from her Lakeview home in New Orleans, across the Pontchartrain Causeway, through Mandeville, Covington, and Madisonville to Goodbee.  It was over an hour trek that ended on a long-ass dirt-gravel road that led to the house.
If those assholes hadn't broken into my New Orleans apartment...  If Jan hadn't decided the hour-plus ride to a party was worth it...

Ahhhh... Serendipity

Have a great day, Miss Althea.


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