In I’m not Ready I discussed how I felt about regularly being asked when I would get a new dog shortly after Ufi got sick. Since he has been gone for more than two months, I thought I should provide an update on this.
When I started this site, I thought I would write more about my blindness. In short order, I realized I wasn’t as comfortable writing about my blindness as I thought I was when I started. I wanted people to interact with me and this website based on what I say about politics, books, and the rest of the things I talk about.
I have slowly realized that one of the ways to help people learn to understand and appreciate me for the things I like about myself is for me to be more open about my blindness. The reality is blindness is something that is different from me than most people. It’s something most people will wonder about and have questions. If I’m willing to answer questions in private, I should be willing to answer them here. Also, I share so much about my life I feel like not sharing about my blindness is a bit disingenuous.
So, here are some of the posts I have already written about my blindness. In future posts, I will be sharing more of my experiences as a blind person.
Given my life experience as a blind person who tried finding work for years with no success, I’m predisposed to supporting a job guarantee. Still Pavlina Tcherneva’s The Case for a Job Guarantee was a great read.
Crip Camp is about a group of activists with disabilities who met as teenagers at a summer camp in New York State and took over a federal building when the Carter administration wasn’t agreeing to Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act.
Yesterday was a rainy day in the Portland area. Looking forward to attending a meeting with some fellow members of our local chapter of Democratic Socialists of America, I was distracted from thoughts of website accessibility (the topic we were going to discuss). I was thinking about how I was going to get to the meeting.
A bus line runs from near my house to near the meeting location, but I don’t know how to walk from the bus to the building. Normally, I could ask people for directions. In the rain, though, getting help is always much harder. Knowing people were coming because I initiated the topic of website accessibility, I would have felt bad had I been late.
Eventually, I decided to take Lyft to and from the meeting. I knew the rides and the tips I would leave would cost me roughly seventy dollars. Part of me resented having to pay seventy dollars to attend a meeting to discuss making a website more accessible to people with disabilities. My resentment was furthered by the fact that had I known the walk from the bus to the building, I would have taken the bus. Still, I was determined to go to the meeting. By the time I arrived at the meeting, I was reminded why I was there in the first place. I was even more committed to Bernie Sanders’s campaign and the ideals of democratic socialism. And I was thinking about how far my life had come and how I wanted my driver to realize the increased advantages I now enjoy.
I’m too often a zoo animal, and I don’t believe in zoos.
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about my continued single status and how I wish it would come to an end. Maybe it’s that we’re nearing the end of another year. Maybe it’s the arrival of another holiday season I will spend single. Maybe it’s the reality that I simply can’t believe I’m still single. Maybe it’s the truth that I feel like things I have always wanted are slipping away with the passage of time. Maybe it’s the understanding that my life isn’t, in this important way, what I ever imagined having. Maybe it’s the frustration that I’m not sure how my single status will end. Maybe it’s the recognition that my single status may never end. Most likely, it’s all of the above that have resulted in me thinking ore about my single status lately than I have for months.
This post is about the installation of our new furnace, the new furnace having to be repaired 10 minutes after installation, and how the night’s events got me thinking about the ways I interact with people and how they interact with me.
Since Ufi was diagnosed with cancer, many people have asked me when I’m going to get a new dog. As the title says: I’m not ready.