So every once in a while I forget to bring my cane when I go out on my bike.
I bought a cane to keep on my bike today. Now I won’t forget a cane when I’m going out for brunch or whatever and haven’t had my coffee yet.
It’s dark blue.
So every once in a while I forget to bring my cane when I go out on my bike.
I bought a cane to keep on my bike today. Now I won’t forget a cane when I’m going out for brunch or whatever and haven’t had my coffee yet.
It’s dark blue.
What I hate is the cane prevents me from going out into the places where the wild things are. It will end my ability to forage wild mushrooms and berries in the clear cuts. Nor hunt the ruffed grouse in the aspen thickets in the forests I live in or chase pheasants across the prairies with my dogs. No more climbing ladders to fix my home or do a brake job on my car.
Every time I need that cane, it limits my freedom and the things I can do. I do not suffer limitations very well.