locked out

I am lucky, really, really lucky. I have a fully accessible home, a rarity where I live. This means that I have everything I need to be comfortable and safe. And not just inside … we also have neighbours that watch out for us and help out with things that we need help with, in the back yard and out front when it snows hard.

I am happy here.

Right now our Christmas tree is blazing, traditional carols and hymns are playing, and I’ve a heater beside me keeping me toasty warm. It’s nice. It’s lovely.

I am trapped here.

My wheelchair just can’t handle the snow, not like we are getting this year. We got up this morning with plans, and this evening we were going to over to the community center for a senior’s holiday dinner, but this morning, early, the snow began to fall. By the time we were ready to go out Joe would have to grab a shovel and start shoveling. I’m not having that happen.

So I’m writing this.

To all those who are in when they want to be out, to all those who depend on weather, others, or spoons, to those who know that captivity is captivity no matter who the kidnapper.

But I am lucky.

I like where I live. And I live there a LOT.