This is the third posting on my adventures after foot surgery. Every week or so a new learning.

Yesterday I had to take my mother to the doctor. Nothing dire, just a check-up. She is 90 years old, cannot see, and uses a walker. Skip would have normally taken her but he chipped a tooth and had to go to the dentist so I figured if I picked her up early, we could get to the building and slowly make our way to the doctor's office.

To make a long story short, there was not one parking place in the entire parking structure, and I circled around three times (along with many others, we were more or less a caravan), and eventually gave up. Normally I would have dropped her off and found a parking place on the street but I was in no shape to clomp around very far.

I got home and rescheduled her appointment with a very sympathetic scheduler but it once again brought home how difficult things can be if we are not mobile, for whatever reason, and if our "help" isn't either. How do we build systems to help each other and give depth to that help? As I said, all is fine on our part, but I can see how it can be frightening, frustrating, and even lonely at times.