On Friday, the Hillbilly family had their annual holiday excursion to the casino. Genius and Friend met us there, since they were staying adjacent to the city. The Pony drove out to the Mansion to ride along with Sweaving Farmer H. He gave up a day at his SUS2.5 (Storage Unit Store 2.5) to join in and most importantly DRIVE US.
Let the record show that this casino requires a lot of walking. A skill which Mrs. HM does not so much possess these days. I took my cane. The path from where Farmer H dropped me off, to the doors of the casino, was composed of bricks. Bricks that were sweaty in the unseasonable 70-degree temps on December 26. I proceeded slowly and cautiously. No good can come of Mrs. HM smashing her noggin on bricks!
It was 10X farther than Mrs. HM is used to walking into the Gas Station Chicken Store. But once I unstiffened my knees from the 65-minute ride, I was okay. I caned all around that casino. Including 4 or 5 trips to the bathroom. We were there from 10:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. I was sitting most of the time, but still, I had to move to different slots, and make those bathroom trips. There are only two bathrooms in the casino. at opposite ends of the facility.
There was a moment of angst on the 3rd bathroom trip! The actual facilities are great. Doors all the way to the ground. Rails on both sides of the handicap stall. The problem was that something in my right knee decided to lock up when I arose from the throne. It was so painful! I could not straighten it fully. Nor put weight upon it. I was poised, a hand on each rail, as if I was an Olympic gymnast on the parallel bars. It took forever, and much turning and testing of that knee, before I was able to cane my way out.
People in the casino mirror society. They care only about themselves, and not about hobbly Mrs. HM! So many times someone would cross right in front of me, making me stop quickly to avoid them. Not an easy feat for wobbly cane-y Mrs. HM! I would surely have given the right-of-way to a differently-abled person back when I was able-bodied! Out of the 10 people who darted across my path, one lady said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cut you off." And that made it okay. She understood. The last guy, as we were on the way out, at least said, "Excuse me." The other 80% were rumpusholes!
Anyhoo... I got a lot of walking in on Friday. Once I was up and going, my knees were not too painful. As long as I didn't rush, I felt comfortable caning all around the casino. Until someone would make me come to a sudden stop.
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