After you, Alphonse

[susandennis]

I was working on the beautification project. Where the styrofoam part of the air conditioning vent attaches to the door and was working my way through the door taping the vent when Biggie decided to charge out himself and completely knocked me over. I gouged my thumb and bruised my knee and nearly ripped off a toenail. It was ugly.

But, it could have been so much uglier. I live in dread fear of an accident at home that would cause anyone to question whether or not I am still competent enough to live on my own.

I will likely be very sore in the morning but very grateful.

And my project, once finished is a total success. It looks WAY better.

Everything on my todo list is done. So now I'm off to sew.

Multiple Twitter reports that there is a growing army of volunteers filling the streets downtown this morning helping with the cleanup. Blocks and blocks of families scraping and scrubbing graffiti off buildings. Black and white hands both on the project. This is a much nice city today than last night.

Comments

[meowmensteen]

Age has nothing to do with it. My cats have injured me plenty of times with that trick.

[susandennis]

no, i get that cats can and will do it to everyone BUT old people who live alone are particularly vulnerable to those who think they know better and laws and norms are NOT on the side of old people, particularly those who live alone. you have gere and claire and you aren't old.

[zoefruitcake.livejournal.com]

Biggie needs to be more considerate

[msconduct.livejournal.com]

Ouch!

[mairi-dubh.livejournal.com]

I've spent a great deal of my adult life living alone, and I really do understand (although my dread was "What if no one finds me in time/finds my body before it mummifies?" rather than, "What if some indifferent official entity decides I need to be institutionalized?") what apprehensions one can experience.

But I am and used to be, during their lifetimes, acquainted with any number of adults who live or lived alone, at least two of whom probably did need, or at least would have been better off, with either a live-in companion-helper or at least someone who came in every other day.
They have or had friends, and good neighbors, though, and it sounds as though you have, too.
Besides, it's not a single, snap-of-official-fingers process.

I do understand the anxiety, I truly do. You're going to be all right.

*hugs*