It was not to be. Many of you saw yesterday's posting about the zeppelin rides here in the bay area. Then I saw an ad in the local paper for the group indicating special pricing. Inexpensive they are not. So I checked the website, and my, my, it looked intriguing. I had concerns, the major one being, could I climb in and out of the zeppelin cabin. I tried my own front steps this morning, and made it up and down in one piece, difficult as it was. In the end that turned out to be the last of my concerns.
There was a phone number at the website, so I called this morning. Asked questions, starting with, did they take handicapped persons? Well, yes they did, but the (virtual) hoops I would have to jump through were too many, too difficult, and too much additional cost. For example, I would have to walk 150 feet out to the airship, and, no, I could not use my scooter or wheelchair. I'm lucky to walk 50 feet, let alone three times that. So it will not happen -- for me. Ah, well, maybe in another life.
Let's settle for some humor --
A person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.
A place where women curl up and dye.
Someone who is fed up with people.
The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.
A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.
Mud with the juice squeezed out.
Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.
Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.