Just waved him off, he's gone camping at a bike rally. The raison d'etre for this one is bikers with a disability. Looks like they'll either get blown away or suffer flooding. But the music should be good, and there will be beer.
He has agreed to get a t shirt for our friend (the one who had the major stroke), who wants the one which says "I only did it for the parking space". Which may make me wince a bit, but shows how grieving and adjusting and all that stuff is done in a unique way by everyone.
Reflecting on the disability theme I wonder how the weekend will pan out, as the companion was appearing rather wired, buzzin' most unpleasantly and getting very vehement that he could fix himself and he wasn't going to go to his doctors to get help with his psychosomatic seizures...he could sort himself out. I guess I agree with him to a degree, he probably is the only person who can help himself, but I wonder how successful he will be trying to do it alone.
I wonder if I too believe that deep down, that I'm perfectly able to sort out my own problems all by myself, or would I prefer someone to come and fix things for me? Perhaps that's another tribal demarcation right there. The people who think they can solve everything all alone and don't need any ones help versus the people who would rather leave it to everyone else to fix it for them
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