So I didn't go to Florida.
These "usuals" have changed, though. They've become part of a movie set where I live my new life. One where my old reality plays only a small part and there are new surprises where I least expect them.
The week's also been punctuated by trips to Prosthetic Innovations. Every other day -- literally. This new “total suction” socket is challenging my skin. But Tim's got a whole bag of tricks, so I return again and again.
The funny thing is, PI isn't an old haunt. But in many ways, it feels more comfortable and familiar than my old places.
There is no history there. I am the NEW me.
I know where I stand.
Everywhere else, I keep wondering, Where am I?
Seven years ago, I lived in a tiny Old City apartment that overlooked a dance club called “The Five Spot.” Each night, that hard bass beat rattled my bedframe. Once around 2 a.m., I woke up to a ruckus outside my window and watched in my pajamas as clubbers were held hostage on the roof at gunpoint! (Really, it's true!)
On Sundays, I skated down Market Street to meet my Landskater pals at the Art Museum.
On holidays, we walked to Penns Landing for fireworks.
Last Saturday, my friend Bosco and I strolled the same streets. Up and down those crumbling curbs and uneven bricks.
|Every home needs one, right?|
In and out of little boutiques where the least expensive item costs almost one day’s pay.
We estimated whether I could make it to the next block.
We calculated how long we could stretch our parking time with the handicapped placard.
Same stores, different location. It was just shopping after all. Or was it?
Normally, I'd jump at the opportunity to get 30% off... but not when it applies to MY LEG!
No sooner had I lifted my prosthesis to slide on a pair of pants, when I heard it.
It happened twice. Is that 60% off?
I spent 5 years there as a beginning teacher. During the summer session, my middle school students used every excuse to convince me to take them for ice cream on Chestnut Street. The parlor, Scoop De Ville, had thousands of flavors, toppings, and syrups, and the kids challenged each other to order the craziest concoctions. The "chocolate/peanut butter/coffee milkshake" became a regular staple in our summer school class.
And we entertained lots of good questions. (Especially in light of this week.)
Enveloped in the rhythm of their bouncing steps, their constant chatter, I couldn't imagine anywhere I'd rather be.
“Now, where’s the TEACHER??” she always asked with a smile.
We laughed, too.
Walking step by step with that curious, enthusiastic bunch of students who still towered over me.