Friday, I took Mom for an appointment at the doctor's office. Now, ordinarily this wouldn't be "blog-worthy", but you need to put that in perspective with how we went to the doctors. As you know Mom lives at Chandler's Wharf condo complex on Commercial St. in Portland. Since this complex was built before the law on handicapped accessibility, she has to walk a long way, and two flights of stairs to get to the car. Usually though, we can drive up the ramp to her door, and away we go! However, for at least the fourth time (by my count) the association has ripped up the mezzanine to fix the bricks. So for the next month, Chandler's Wharf has become "The Big Dig".
Getting to the car, (going down) Mom was able to do fine, with just a couple breaks to catch her breath--it was getting back up that would be much more taxing on Mom. The complex manager had assured Mom that they were aware of her (and other residents) needs and had arranged an "elevator". Think of that word VERY loosely! The attendant at the guard house couldn't have been nicer, and after only one phone call to another attendant to get the details right, we were on our way! I think I'll let the pictures speak for themselves! This is how we do elevators in Maine--we are hardy stock!
Step 1: Climb the easily accessible stairs
Step 2: Enter our well appointed "car":
Step 3: Wait for the kind attendant to make a quick cell phone call to find out "How the Hell this thing works"
Step 4: Arrive at your destination--first floor "Ladies hats, lingerie, fine perfumes and Unit 310"
Step 5: Right this way! Please watch your step exiting the vehicle!
Now, that's how we get it done in Maine!! Just think--only a month of this!!
Mom, you're going to be mad at me, but you're a darn good sport!