About 20 years ago I broke a foot. While I reclined with my foot in the air, 5-year-old Katie told the younger children why Grandma couldn’t play. “She has to levitate her egg,” she explained. I loved the line, and it comes remarkably close to expressing my current situation.
I spend most of my time reclining with my dominant arm resting on a pillow like the crown jewels gone slumming. I’m wildly grateful for an exercycle with a reclining back. Sitting safely there I can stretch and loosen nearly all my muscles and do a bit of cardiovascular work without endangering the fragile egg of my arm. I’m determined to play sloth as long as necessary to ensure optimum healing. The new X-rays look very good, and I have orders to play with silly putty as finger therapy.
Every new experience brings opportunities for adventure, and during the years spent as a caregiver I learned that regrets are usually related to things we didn’t do rather than things we did. So I grab every chance to try something new as long as it doesn’t seem stupidly dangerous. Which is how I ended up on my first Dial-A-Ride trip.
Like many who drive, I’d never used public transportation, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity. I had a ride into town for an appointment, so I planned my bus trip for the homeward leg of the journey. For maximum enjoyment, new things are best tackled when there is no time crunch.
Unlike the regular bus routes, Dial-A-Ride requires making an appointment a day ahead of time by calling 464-6400. In exchange for pre-planning your trip you get a safe ride and a whole lot of unexpected bonuses. I was picked up right on time by Ron, a classmate all through our school years. I told him I was in no hurry and enjoyed sightseeing, so I saw two neighborhoods strange to me and was still home in less than an hour.
If you take Dial-a-Ride to shop, the driver will even help you load your purchases and unload them at home. With the price of gas creeping up on 4 dollars a gallon, I can ride the bus for about half the price of driving, enjoy the sights instead of focusing on the road and visit with other riders if I choose. All in all it was a great experience, and I plan to use Dial-a-Ride even after I can drive again.
Winter is making a return visit, and I confess to being glad. Not only do we need the water, but I selfishly find it a lot easier to hold still and allow my broken wing to mend when the weather is wet and cold. So I’m going to sit here and “levitate my egg.” May we all be safe and cozy while winter does its thing.