So what if the van arrived four days after we piled Ruth, her manual wheelchair, and all the stuff she needs to be a properly-hydrated kick-butt attorney into my inaccessible car. The van is here! Not that I've seen it. I'm still physically recuperating from Monday's adventure via the acupuncture, napping, Diet Coke, and pretzels cure.
And as I'm starting to perk up, I'm realizing how dramatically this accessible van will enhance her quality of life. Mine too, because now Ruth will be able to follow through on her annual holiday promise to me.
No more excuses! This Advent, she can drive while I aim the camera to capture images of ADA parking lot violations at shopping malls. This is going to be our best holiday season ever.
