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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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First thoughts
Upon returning home
We left Denver on Sept 6. On Wed August 15, I awoke more or less unable to walk. The day before, I had been standing at the gas pump, filling my car - not highly aerobic activity with a lot of stress on weight bearing joints, even in uncomfortable circumstances. Something went the wrong way around in my right knee (which has been pretty gimpy for the better part of the last 30 some years.) I managed to get an appointment with the knee doctor, and hobbled over there with Mr Woodstock's assistance, got a shot of cortisone, strict instructions to go back to wearing my knee brace on a daily basis, cheerful assurances that I would be able to make the Norway trip, and a DVD explaining the benefits and risks of knee replacement surgery.
So I wore my brace, lugged a cane along with me which converts to a three legged stool to sit on, and went to Norway. I rang multiple bells and whistles in multiple airports, found Europeans much more common sensible about airport screenings, and after a day or so of acclimation, began to relax and enjoy myself. But Europe in general is much less user friendly to persons with mobility limitations of any stripe, and there were more than a few trips to various sightseeing "don't miss" places which were a strain on complaining joints.
The international airport in Copenhagen Denmark is by far the MOST confusing airport I have ever been in. Signage (in ANY language) explaining where to go, when, and why, is virtually non existent, and the only place when AFTER you arrive, you go through the metal detecting panels, and face the "3-1-1" limitations on fluids, toothpaste, and aerosols and so on.
Norwegians drive like bats out of hell.
One eats a LOT of fish when visiting Norway.
I took six books with me, and finished four. I gave THE GREAT BRIDGE by David McCullough to a woman I met on the coastal steamer, after she overheard my plan to give the book to the ship's library. I gave S J Rozan's REFLECTING THE SKY to another member of my Elderhostel group. I left ZORRO, THE NOVEL by Isabel Allende in the SAS lounge at the Oslo airport. I brought Rozan's NO COLDER PLACE back home with me, since I got it from the paperback exchange and can take it back over there for credit on my account. I'm about three quarters of the way through Christopher Rice's LIGHT BEFORE DAY, which I'm enjoying very much. And there's another Rozan still to enjoy and still packed in my suitcase.
The Rockies held their own in the wild card race in the National League while I was away and unable to cheer them on in person. This week they took four games from the Dodgers. San Diego is, however, also holding on for dear life! It's still mathematically possible, so stay tuned.
More later as my jet lag lifts.
We left Denver on Sept 6. On Wed August 15, I awoke more or less unable to walk. The day before, I had been standing at the gas pump, filling my car - not highly aerobic activity with a lot of stress on weight bearing joints, even in uncomfortable circumstances. Something went the wrong way around in my right knee (which has been pretty gimpy for the better part of the last 30 some years.) I managed to get an appointment with the knee doctor, and hobbled over there with Mr Woodstock's assistance, got a shot of cortisone, strict instructions to go back to wearing my knee brace on a daily basis, cheerful assurances that I would be able to make the Norway trip, and a DVD explaining the benefits and risks of knee replacement surgery.
So I wore my brace, lugged a cane along with me which converts to a three legged stool to sit on, and went to Norway. I rang multiple bells and whistles in multiple airports, found Europeans much more common sensible about airport screenings, and after a day or so of acclimation, began to relax and enjoy myself. But Europe in general is much less user friendly to persons with mobility limitations of any stripe, and there were more than a few trips to various sightseeing "don't miss" places which were a strain on complaining joints.
The international airport in Copenhagen Denmark is by far the MOST confusing airport I have ever been in. Signage (in ANY language) explaining where to go, when, and why, is virtually non existent, and the only place when AFTER you arrive, you go through the metal detecting panels, and face the "3-1-1" limitations on fluids, toothpaste, and aerosols and so on.
Norwegians drive like bats out of hell.
One eats a LOT of fish when visiting Norway.
I took six books with me, and finished four. I gave THE GREAT BRIDGE by David McCullough to a woman I met on the coastal steamer, after she overheard my plan to give the book to the ship's library. I gave S J Rozan's REFLECTING THE SKY to another member of my Elderhostel group. I left ZORRO, THE NOVEL by Isabel Allende in the SAS lounge at the Oslo airport. I brought Rozan's NO COLDER PLACE back home with me, since I got it from the paperback exchange and can take it back over there for credit on my account. I'm about three quarters of the way through Christopher Rice's LIGHT BEFORE DAY, which I'm enjoying very much. And there's another Rozan still to enjoy and still packed in my suitcase.
The Rockies held their own in the wild card race in the National League while I was away and unable to cheer them on in person. This week they took four games from the Dodgers. San Diego is, however, also holding on for dear life! It's still mathematically possible, so stay tuned.
More later as my jet lag lifts.
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