They were my departing words as I left for a wheelie in my chair this afternoon, and I really did mean them, honestly, but things never turn out as they should. I had been trapped at home for a week due to storms and a dentist visit. This morning was cold, but sunny and bright and time to go out this afternoon.
Unfortunately the sun disappeared in the meanwhile, but I was determined to go places and see things, with my camera. I had an idea where to go. It was a little further as usual, but I needed new food for the camera lens and so I departed and met a colleague on the way. She is also not so agile, walking on crutches, but we had a lot to catch up with which was not done in a blink. We parted ways and I moved on, up and down the kerbs and across the roads. And then it happened, it began to rain. I was too far away from home to return and so I wheeled on with my quest in mind. After a while the rain turned into a dusting of snow. It was time to raise the hood of my jacket, but I had my target before me.
There were a couple of good statues in the grounds of the local high school which I was determined to capture on the camera. After five minutes the snow and rain stopped and I continued.
It was then I decided that it was time to return home. I decided to cut through the cemetery.
This was a mistake as in the meanwhile the terrain had become wet. The cemetery is not nicely paved, only in parts: generally it is stones and earth which tends to stick to the wheels of my trusty steed. I then approached the home run and arrived home safe and sound, a little cold, after almost 2 hours.
I now have a room where my wheelchair is parked and we are waiting for the wheels to dry out to be able to sweep the gravel, dirt and mud together. Sometimes good ideas are not so good.