You may know that I'm handicapped, and use a variety of equipment to get around, as well as up and down. Today's posting has to do with my hemi-walker. Hemi, of course, means half, so we're talking about half a walker. Well, that's what it's called. I like this for several reasons: it's light, it can be used like a cane, and it is very stable.
Now my cockatiel Pepper has her wings clipped, so that she won't fly away. Nonetheless, she is quite mobile, and if I get up to go somewhere, she is right there, running around, through, and by me (in both directions). So the other day, as I started down the hall, she was up on a kitchen stool - she climbs very well - so I picked her up and put her on a rung of the hemi. Have a look!
I was trying to stand straight while Cliff snapped the shot, but obviously I was tilted to the left.
A woman walks up to a little old man rocking in a chair on his porch. “I couldn’t help notice how happy you look,” she says. “What’s your secret for a long and happy life?” His response: “I smoke three packs of cigarettes a day, drink a case of whiskey a week, eat fatty foods, and never exercise.” Astonished, the woman says, “That’s amazing! How old are you?”