Walker-Festus Stranger

Kara had a great blog today which tickled my corrupt sense of humor. Liesl was quick to point out Kara would not think in those terms I used. I know, I know. I admit I went off on a tangent, but the seeds were planted. It's Kara's fault! If only she hadn't gone and labeled normal folk "walkers" LOL. They shall forever after be known as walkers.

You have to understand how my last two days've gone. I'm moving into an apt complex - actually moving day's Thursday but I thought I'd get the kitchen set up and my clothes hung ahead of the movers. Yesterday someone left a note on my p/u truck. Imagine the shakiest penmanship ever and it was shakier than that.

"You parked in my spot," it read. "This parking space has been assigned to Unit 141. Besides that, you're blocking the path to the maintenance dept."

Actually my truck was parked directly under a sign that read Visitors Parking. Whoever wrote that note was probably eighty-five from the looks of his or her handwriting. I didn't have a problem with moving my truck. No way did I want to be anywhere near that person when she was driving lol. I decided it was a she, guys up here don't live that long, and she'd scolded me like a redheaded stepchild, sort of like my high school Latin teacher, Ms. Barnes. I wonder if Claudius Maximus had been afraid of his Latin teacher? Sic semper tyrannis!

Today was the showdown at the Okay Corral - the back stairwell. I'd hauled my stuff in with my rollator and now I faced the ultimate test, my K-2. How was I going to get my stuff, pots & pans, microwave, bags of laundry up two flights of stairs unassisted, and me with no Sherpa? I had one good arm and one good leg. Jest call me Festus. The other day was the first time I'd managed a flight of stairs post stroke.

"I'm a'comin' Mr. Dillon!"

I managed to get a bag of laundry to the first landing when a voice came down from above.

"Are you kidding me?"

It was... The Walker!

No, hi stranger, how're ya doin'? No welcome to the building. He blew by me without saying another word. This was incredibly fortuitous. He had no idea who he was dealing with. I felt like Dexter upon discovering his next victim. It was energizing. I did it! Got everything up to the second floor. All I'd needed was a little motivation.