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Show 208 "It'll be good fertilizer," Virginia is saying about the snow, as she pushes up off the ground, brushing her hands together. She moves the wheelchair close by me and I manage to find the energy to heave myself up into it. "Well," I agree, "at least I won't need to worry about watering them." We enter our home through the garage, where the ramp is. Once inside, we camp out by the sink for awhile, warming our hands under the water. Water is a theme common to our friendship - on competitive swim teams as youths, we both love to swim. When I am home and doing well, she comes three times a week to drive us to a local indoor pool to swim laps. She is a graceful otter. I am a stiff dolphin. i Our hands once again clean and warm, we are in the front room, looking out the bay window at the future daffodils. The snow has covered all our digging and is beginning to sit, slushy, on the sidewalks and road. "I'd better get home while I can," she is saying and I nod in agreement. "Thanks," I say. She tends to forget that I use a wheelchair. It will take her a minute to find why I have thanked her and I am amused at her searching. |