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the story of an invisible girl
renniekins
renniekins
Showing off my printer
This evening G came over, and we went to dinner/breakfast. (i.e., breakfast food at dinnertime.) After a lovely meal, and excellent conversation, we returned to my house and I showed him my shiny new printer.

"It's so cute, and it fits so perfectly on top of your hutch like that," he told me.

"Well actually, I wanted to move it over here where the scanner is, and swap them." The scanner was a bit too wide, but we discussed various possible logistics for a bit. I explained that the reason for a swap was: with it tucked in the corner like it is now, I can't actually see or reach the paper feed properly. "I had to stand on the chair in order to load the paper."

He looked at my wheeled office chair. He looked at my knee. "You did what?"

"Oh, that's nothing. You should have seen all the crawling underneath, climbing around, and moving things I had to do to get it hooked up properly!"

He continued to glare at me sternly. "You did what?? With your surgery-torn knee?!"

I made a mental note not to mention that I'd actually climbed from the wheeled-office-chair to stand on the surface of the desk, in order to reach the paper feed most conveniently. "Well, I had to get all the cords run, things set up and loaded, you know..."

"You did what??!! You didn't mention this in your journal post."

"Well, I didn't want anyone to scold me.... I was very careful and very safe, you know," I reassured him earnestly.

He relented, then he apologized. "That's okay," I tried to tell him, though I'm not sure I expressed myself properly. You see, I don't really mind when people show concern for me. In fact I kind of like it. It reminds me that they care.

After all, it's the people who care about you, not your stubborn independence, not even your shiny new printer, that ultimately make life worthwhile.
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cpip From: cpip Date: May 5th, 2004 05:17 am (UTC) (Link)
Consider yourself scolded. *shaking of finger* That was potentially unwise. I'm glad that all is going all right, though!
renniekins From: renniekins Date: May 5th, 2004 08:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I know...but in my defense: I really was being very careful the whole time! Moving slowly, holding onto things, etc....

Thanks. (:
pi3832 From: pi3832 Date: May 5th, 2004 06:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Please don't go climbing on a wheeled chair. Climb on all the non-wheeled furniture you want. But I'd prefer you not break your neck before I've even met you!

Or before you've kissed that ass.
renniekins From: renniekins Date: May 5th, 2004 08:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I will try very hard not to break my neck until I have photographed some serious ass-kissing for you. *grin*
ottercat From: ottercat Date: May 5th, 2004 06:57 am (UTC) (Link)

Yep, it does

I tend to be one of those stubborn ones, too... Just be careful not to *overdo* it -- Of course, those of us who are stubborn have different ideas of what it is to overdo it than everyone else ;-)
renniekins From: renniekins Date: May 5th, 2004 08:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Yep, it does

Yes, that is so very true!
encorecrazay From: encorecrazay Date: May 5th, 2004 10:09 am (UTC) (Link)

Repetitive but

Repetitive but don't step on a wheeled chair, use a step stool or ladder, just too great a chance of the wheels moving even it you're being careful. And since you're doing it in the middle of the night alone, if might be awhile before someone would find you; if I did it, I could be there for weeks.
geekjul From: geekjul Date: May 5th, 2004 11:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Do you realize that just 12 minutes before this post, you made one about how much your PT is hurting with the scar rubbing and all? Can you imagine if you step on a wheeled office chair and fuck something up and have to have surgery again?

So stop it! (I bitch because I love, you know.)
thatguychuck From: thatguychuck Date: May 5th, 2004 04:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
After all, it's the people who care about you, not your stubborn independence

I understand. I try to stand back and let people do what they will, occasionally even when it may be painful to them. It sucks sometimes, but I'm very glad people stood back and let me fall and fail occasionally. Without it I would never have become the man I am today, and I'm pleased at how I eventually turned out.

This isn't to say I wouldn't go bugfuck if I walked in the room and saw you balancing on one foot, wobbling back and forth on a wheeled chair. You would have been posting a different story if that were the case. :)

I would (and try to) intercede if a friend was unknowingly doing something potentially painful. I certainly can't stop them from doing whatever they are going to do, but I try to make sure they know what could happen. Once they know, I have to step back and let them do whatever they're going to do. It's very hard sometimes. (Not the same sort of thing as letting someone climb up on a wheeled chair, but the idea is the same.)

So if you don't hear me chastising you or others because of the bad things they've done, it's not because I don't think about it. It's that typically it's not my place to say anything.

Just wait until I have kids. Everything I said will likely go straight out the window. They're going to do what's best for them, damnit, even if it kills them. :) (And my "help" won't do a dogonne bit of good, but that's what a parent has to do anyway.) (grin)
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