Word Verification...Accessibility...

Spamming necessitates the temporary use of "captchas," which are more commonly known as "word verification." The childhood act of spamming leads me to take this action temporarily.

I am well aware, and saddened by the fact, that while captchas filter out--thwart--spammers, they also make the act of making comments impossible for individuals who use screen readers.

Be assured, I am working to rectify that situation.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Zoomer Chronicles: Reactions

     Zoomer and I explored the sidewalks, curb cuts, and streets southwest of my downtown condominium.  The weather is bone-chilling;  the sky is gray.  45 degrees Fahrenheit is a far cry from my Minnesota springtime fantahsy.
     Curb cuts, and streets is the terrain best suited to weekend travel.  More room for indecision.  Less likelihood of running into--literally, or figuratively--impatient drivers.
     Today's goal?  Wheel from 9th Street to 5th or 6th Street.  Joy the Joystick, and Zoomer were up to the task.  Brainy the Blockhead has yet to finesse doorways sufficient to win my confidence.  Brainy has a mental block, when it comes to finessing.  OK...OK...So, Brainy can finesse some doorways, and more narrow spaces.  Yet,  Brainy has a hard time negotiating offers from others to open doors for her.  Could it be?  Is Brainy a closet feminist???
     Offers of help send Brainy jolting forward and backward to accommodate the gracious offers.  Zoomer has made clear to Brainy the Blockhead, and Joy the Joystick that running into people is not polite--is not acceptable--and must be avoided at all costs.  Zoomer has prevailed--so far.
     Fears of people being condescending toward me, when they encountered me with Zoomer, have been for naught.  In fact, the reactions of people--neighbors, and other people I encounter--is an outgoing attitude contrary to how I have known them to be.  One neighbor, in particular, stands out to me.  A soft-spoken, self-effacing man has been a neighbor for many years.  Neither of us have done much in the manner of reaching out to one another.  Zoomer was my elevator guest, who met my neighbor for the first time.  Trying to abide by my instruction not to run over anyone, Zoomer was hesitant to join my neighbor in the elevator.  My neighbor encouraged us to join him.  Zoomer and I did the doe-see-do without doing him in.  A delightful conversation ensued.
     Zoomer, when do you think we can go back out again to test a few more street corners?  When will the weather change?  Any word Joy?  Do you know anything, Brainy?

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