I'm in McDonald's because hotel Wi-Fi doesn't work and I still have no att.
Korena came and got me. Gave me 260 cash and bus tickets. Dropped me at Harrisburg Greyhound. She was going to give me her son's old phone to use, then changed her mind and decided to pay att. I was supposed to get service restored yesterday. Now it's today...why do I doubt this?
I can limp to the truck place 0900 monday. I just emailed Kate. Told her if I don't have service email my load information to the guy I'm getting the truck from.
I left greyhound at 2:00 pm, got to Nashville at 730 am. Because I had to transfer twice and get off the bus 4 times and couldn't lie down my leg got worse. I'm black and blue where my toes meet the foot too. Knee hurts.
After a 16 hour coma it's better now. If I didn't need my foot to drive I'd make something like a walking boot for it. But I can get around.
I notice the looks I get. I'm guilty of it too. You see an old guy shuffling around taking baby steps or whatever and you just wish he'd go away.
Intellectually I scold myself for such vicious impulses. I doubt I'll ever get them again after this.
It's not society or Hollywood, you know. It comes from the trees and caves. We resent weakness (or at least men do). It's a group survival thing.
Well now for awhile longer I'm one of the weak ones. A teenage girl could kick my ass.
But I'm here, e/g. Almost in the truck. Celebrate amongst yourselves.
