Where's My Village?
OK, that sounds a bit accusatory; truth is, part of my customary village was temporarily unavailable for various reasons. The housekeeper had childcare issues and couldn't come. My assistant had an out-of-the-country travel opportunity and wasn't planning to come. Earl and I decided to put our rental property on the market, so we had scheduled painting and cleaning bids. Another rental property, newly vacant, needed to be shown to prospective tenants. However, we're a pretty effective couple and crafted a plan to get it all done. Typical of life, everything happens at once. We had an unexpected family medical issue that required Earl to fly down to California for an unspecified length of time. I thought I was on my own, until I remembered the village.* When you're a person with disabilities, it's easy to fall into the trap of becoming overly dependent on some kind of support to do things or go somewhere. Skeeter and I had been on the go for three years,