The Art of Patience

13th February 2012

My third cider of the year. For somewhat medicinal purposes.

When I was a kid, people were always telling me to ‘have patience’.  I thought it was some kind of gift, one that I’m still waiting for.  And I’m not good with waiting.

Well, that’s not necessarily true.   There’s a part of me that likes to burn candles and incense and become as blissed out as someone who is into that sort of thing.  Because I am into that sort of thing.  But I also think sleep is  a waste of time.  And this may surprise some people who know me off-screen, but I don’t like doing nothing.  Being idle makes me itch.

Take yesterday for example,  I was on the couch  for hours waiting for spare parts and if that didn’t work, a spare chair.   I’ve been saying I needed a change of scenery, but that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.  Let me back up a bit, because now I can.

I’ve wanted to see Avenue Q since it was new.  When we were in New York, it was on in Glasgow, so Sarge and I met up with a friend of mine from way back and we saw The House of Blue Leaves.  Great show.  We got home and missed Avenue Q again, because we went island-hopping instead.

Anyway, Saturday’s tickets were an early Valentine’s gift (or as Sarge would say, Happy Arbitrary Day in February), and also third-time lucky.  And the show was every bit as colourful and fun and funny as I thought it would be.  Good times.  Made me want to go back to NYC.  (I know, I still have to write those adventures.)

We went to dinner after the show, and then for coffee.   We contemplated rounding the evening by going to see the new Muppets film and decided that might be over-kill.  And then we went to the pub.  In all honesty, no matter what we do, I haven’t had a bad date since October of 2009.  They haven’t been bad, but they’ve always been interesting.

Back in April, we were on our way to dinner, and I ended up with a rather artistic eyebrow.  In April it was gravel and some glue.  On Saturday, the front wheel fought with a cobblestone.  We soon found out the wheel lost.  But I managed to keep my ass in the seat this time.  And so, to the pub.

I transferred to a comfy couch and noticed that the front wheel was bent underneath the chair.  I can’t even get angles that good.

That's not how they roll.

Essentially on three wheels, I again broke my No Cider rule.  While Sarge  googled  ‘Spare wheelchairs in Edinburgh’.  Even though I am an actual multiple card-carrying wheelchair-user, I don’t have a spare chair.  I’ve had this one for years, and I recycled the last one for parts.  Parts that other people could use.  The one before that is in my mother’s garage somewhere.  Probably next to some yarn, a few lamps and my Poppy’s old tools.

This one has a lifetime warranty.  On the frame.  When a castor bends like this weekend, there’s an emergency call-out service.  The same one I found when a broken bottle shredded my apparently not-so-industrial tires AND inner-tubes last year.  That was the last time I had to be patient.

Back to Saturday, we got a taxi from the pub.  We had trouble even getting one of those.  When we called we mentioned the three-wheeler deal, and it seemed to be fine.  The taxi arrived, and Sarge went off to tell the driver I was around the corner.

Sarge came back.  Not in a taxi.

‘He may not take us, because it’s broken.  He says he doesn’t want to get sued.  He’s calling in to see what he can do.’

‘He can grow a pair and take the fare.’  Yes, I sometimes speak in rhyme.  It’s unintentional.

He did.  I climbed up and sat on the seat and the chair was lifted in after me.

The taxi-driver must have mentioned his ‘insurance’ and ‘the Law’ at least ten times during the five-minute journey.

‘If something happened, you could sue me,’ he said.

‘That only works if the chair isn’t busted before we get in the cab.’ I said.

I hobbled to bed on three wheels.

I stayed in bed while Sarge called the repair dude the next morning.   I stayed put, but my mind did not.   What if he couldn’t get here?  What if he didn’t have the parts?  What if I had to reschedule important meetings this week because I couldn’t get out of the house?

Then, I’d wait.  Because I’d have to.  I would have to have patience.  Because even more than patience, I need working wheels under my ass.  Everything else could wait, including me.

Sarge came back and said that I’d have one new castor or a replacement chair by 3 o’clock.  I could do that.  I went to the bathroom on my three working wheels, and then deposited myself on the couch, using my lap-top on my actual lap.  I might have blasted the Avenue Q soundtrack, and then watched Muppets in Space.  Because it was on.  And I wasn’t going anywhere.

The repairman came in and put my wheel and some new bolts into a castor that wasn’t bent.   After talk of replacement stems and forks, I was back on all wheels and feeling taller.

Sarge and I then left the house.  Because I could.  We went to the new Muppets movie.  This seemed to be a good weekend for muppets.

And today, I drove out to the living room; my laptop is back on the table.   I need to print out something for this week.  The printer is out of ink.  Sarge might pick some up on his way home.

I can wait.

What's wrong with this picture? Shortly after this, I was on the road again..

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  • Reply Marj 13th February 2012 at 6:55 pm

    Meanwhile – how was “Avenue Q”?!

    • Reply LKD 13th February 2012 at 7:16 pm

      It was awesome. I’d really hyped it up for myself and it did not disappoint!

  • Reply madamesaslow 13th February 2012 at 8:06 pm

    I can hardly ever make myself not do anything. I need to work on that. Even when I’m “not doing anything” I’ve usually got bread baking, laundry going, and knitting in my hands.

  • Reply Hippie Cahier 13th February 2012 at 9:47 pm

    I hate to be all Pollyanna on you, since this was a truly frustrating experience, but maybe the Universe was trying to tell you that you really needed a cider and the Muppets. Maybe? No? Ok.

    By the way, ‘Grow a pair and take the fare’ added a very Dr. Seuss-like quality to the shenanigans.

    • Reply LKD 13th February 2012 at 10:51 pm

      No, I agree with you. I’ve always liked the Universe. 🙂

      And now you’ve got me thinking of the whole incident as in Suess-verse!

  • Reply Kourtney Heintz 14th February 2012 at 1:10 am

    Waiting sucks. No matter how long the wait takes it’s too long. Glad everything could be fixed quickly enough so you only had one day of waiting. 🙂

  • Reply Carol 14th February 2012 at 5:45 pm

    Sitting around doing “nothing” because you choose to is one thing. Enforced sitting around, waiting, is something else entirely. Something that is very hard to tolerate.

  • Reply barbarasmithstoff 18th February 2012 at 10:22 pm

    I love the both of you…what a pair you make!…growing a pair … in all fareness…wayfaring together beautifully…

  • Reply orples 25th February 2012 at 10:58 pm

    Then, I’d wait. Because I’d have to. I would have to have patience. Because even more than patience, I need working wheels under my ass. Everything else could wait, including me.
    LOL. I’m sorry, while I can understand your dilemma, I have to laugh at your humor. When you put it like that, how can you be anything but patient? 🙂

  • Reply koneillbrown 11th March 2012 at 9:10 am

    I hate having to wait for things too. If I want something, or something needs to be done, then I want it done immediately. Which can be frustrating when it is someone else who has to do it – like the plasterer coming back to finish off the kitchen wall. In future I shall just try to get on with doing/thinking about something else…or maybe I shall pop to your blog for more of your uplifting and humorous takes on life.

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