Sunday, June 13
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Tuesday, June 15
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Wednesday, June 16
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Saturday, June 19
Something wonderful happened on the way to the Different Spokes
bicycle picnic. We stopped at the Posh Bagel on Piedmont so
Don could get a latte for himself and a hot chocolate for me.
When he got back, he handed me the hot chocolate and the lid
came flying off, splashing hot chocolate down my chest and
across my lap. I yelped.
"It's not my fault!" Don cried. "The lid was too big. They
must have put too big a lid on it." Then he jumped out of the
car and disappeared around the corner.
I was a little shocked and a little angered. The first thing
out of his mouth was not "I'm sorry" or "Are you hurt?" but
"It's not my fault!"
Why is he still so defensive around me? Plus I was ticked that
he left without saying where he was going and left it to me to
figure out what to do with my soaking shorts. I mean, I
presume he headed back to the cafe to get a towel or
some napkins to sop it up, but he could have at least said so.
Then I reflected on the nature of his injury and how much people
have been willing to judge him as if he still had all his
faculties of judgement, coordination, memory, and planning.
And I thought of all the times I mentally chided people for
not understanding him and taking him as is. It was my turn
now. I told myself that nothing really bad had happened.
I wasn't scalded or anything, just startled. And damp.
It is something wonderful when you suddenly see the other
side of the problem. I promised I would be more charitable
in my thoughts when people like Jessica or Shankari complained
that Don wasn't behaving "as he should." We all have that
deficit.
He returned soon with paper napkins and we made a decent attempt
at mopping up the mess. Then we headed to Samuel Taylor State
Park for the annual Different Spokes picnic. I was afraid that
our little escapade outside the cafe would make us late, but
we arrived in plenty of time. Don had a good time schmoozing
with his biking buddies, and I had a pleasant time enjoying the
shade and the scenery.
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Different Spokes Picnic at Samuel Taylor
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