Scooteritis

My obsession with electronics has recently broadened to electric scooters.  I used to have a thing for “vacuums” to the point that my apartment resembled a used vac store.  Well, now it is scooters.  Within a couple of months after coming down with this obsession, I have five scooters.  Just call me a scooter-bug. 

The first member of my scooter herd was a Segway mini-transporter that I nicknamed “Seggie”. 

My second was a different breed than my Seggie.  It belonged to the “glider” branch of electric scooters (a pink GoTrax scooter) that I appropriately nicknamed “Pinkie”.  I wanted to have two that were different breeds.

My Pinkie broke down shortly after I bought her and the company was kind to send me a replacement.  In the meantime, not knowing Pinkie would be replaced, I got a Razor scooter nicknamed “Raz”.  So I didn’t intend to have three, but I quickly got used to the idea. 

Then, Raz’s chain stopped me in my tracks.  While it lay in the garage going nowhere, not knowing if it could be repaired, I went ahead and got Seggie’s little brother, a mini-Seggie, that I nicknamed “Lil’ Seggie”. 

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Then, Amazon Inc. had its annual BIG sale for its prime members.  The sale was almost a full two days worth.  I succumbed on the second day purchasing a hoverboard at a sale price I didn’t think I would see again until maybe next year.

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The hoverboard (nicknamed Hovert) is the most challenging of them all to tame.   On my first ride, I fell off of it within 60 seconds.  Well, twice.  I wondered at times if it would be UNtameable.  My playmates, grandniece and nephew, avoided Hovert like the plague.  I saw on Amazon it had an accessory that could turn Hovert into a go-cart.  Although, I was slowly but surely taming Hovert, I purchased the accessory thinking I could get more use of Hovert by it being a go-cart instead of hoverboard only.

 

 

My riding around on a scooter grants me far more attention than I want.  Most especially with Seggie and Lil’ Seggie since in a town of 43,000 people, I may be the only owner of one.  If I traveled downtown, I’d probably run into a fellow Segway scooter at a tourist spot.  If I do cross paths with a fellow scooter, it is someone far younger than me.  Hey, I never acted my age anyway.  When I was 10, I was going on 40.  Now I’m near 60 and I’m heading back to 10.

Maybe it is wishful thinking but I think these scooters are helping to improve my balance skills.  A lack of fine or gross motor skills is one of those ASD traits.  I’m not absolutely sure about that.  It took weeks before my swollen big toe looked like it did before Pinkie fell on it.   One of my thumbs hasn’t been pain-free since Seggie fell for a curb and took me with him.

They have given my pride and joy, my four-set of wheels, “Toyota Prius”, some cosmetic changes (scratches in loading and unloading the scooters).  So why in tarnation do I keep at scooting?  There’s no middle ground with my ASD.  When I become obsessed with something, the intensity can be stronger than even my long-held fear of the sensation of feeling the earth move under my feet.

I think I’ve completed my scooter family and plan no more family additions until…well, they start playing Christmas songs on the radio.  But I wouldn’t place any bets on that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sight vs. Faith

Have you ever heard or said, “I’ll believe it when I see it and not one second before then”?  I wonder if someone has said or thought that about me.  I can’t recollect being accused of it but my memory may not be the same as my Mom’s.

This sentence conjures up the memory of someone I knew growing up.  He is a terrific person in so many ways, but his record of doing what he says he’s going to do and doing it is not impressive.  I always gave him the benefit of the doubt of being sincere when speaking of his plans.  But the thought in the back of my mind when he spoke of his big plans was “I’ll believe it…”  Sometimes he surprised those around him with back up action with his words, but most times, his “gonna do…” was as far as he got.

It is smart to have this attitude when dealing with someone who has a history of more talk than action.  It tests my thin patience when I need the person to do what they say they’ll do when it is something I can’t go ahead and do myself.  Such as someone who claims he can revive my computer and will even have it performing better than it was before it took a bad turn.  If after the operation, my computer is still on life support or is responding but it is still its same slow self, the person will never lay hands on “my baby” again.

There is one in my life, however, for whom I should never think “I’ll believe it when I see it” and that one is my Lord and Savior.  I confess sometimes I act like I am thinking such by my fretting over something I supposedly left in the Lord’s hands.  It is those times I need to ask myself, “When has the Lord dropped me?”  I always have the same answer:  Never.

I can’t prove my prayers get beyond the ceiling or prove the Lord has answered any of them.  It was, is, and will be until I see the Lord face-to-face a matter of faith.

I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken.

Psalm 16:8

 

Some Humor with my Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD)

It’s easy for me to write about ASD.  Just ask me a question about it and see how much I can talk about it without tending to a nature call.

Just because I don’t make a public display of my meltdown doesn’t mean I don’t have one. If I did show them, I’d fear a straight-jacket wouldn’t be just something I imagined wearing.

When do I feel like I’m the odd one, the spare tire, the round hole in a square peg?  A group setting is all it takes.

I have no problem listening to my own music at high volume, but I can’t stand to hear my own breathing with my headphone on.

Do great minds often think ALONE?  I’d like to think so.

If the only social interaction I’ve had in one day is a brief conversation with a cashier, it’s fine by me!

I can be spontaneous but not when it is someone else’s spontaneous notion.

My favorite spot in a room is any one of its four corners.

I am utterly grateful and indebted to the inventor of e-mail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never Fear

Joshua 1:9

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”

God was speaking to Joshua who had been appointed as the leader of the Israelites after the death of Moses.  Joshua was at the threshold of a long journey.  Moses had the Red Sea to cross; Joshua had the Jordan River.  God intervened in both those crossings enabling His people to cross on dry ground.  If Joshua had gone by only what he could see with his own eyes, he might not have even led the Israelites across the Jordan.  He might have run back into the wilderness instead.

Joshua banked on God’s promise of his not walking alone across the Jordan and on to what would be one battle after another in the land beyond the Jordan.  It couldn’t have been easy for him at times.  Joshua was human and thus subject to Satan’s temptations to doubt God’s promise “with you wherever you go.”

The Jordan River was at flood stage.  The enemies beyond the River were strong in number  Their weapon arsenal impressive.  Based on sight alone, it was an uphill battle.  However, Joshua was going on faith instead of sight.  He sought God’s guidance and carried it out whether it made sense to him or not.  Such as the time Joshua had his people to march around an armed city surrounded by a wall for seven days.  This wasn’t your typical military strategy of conquering a city.  It worked though.  The walls of Jericho came tumbling down just as God promised.

We don’t have to be a military leader to relate to Joshua’s story.  One only has to be a member of the human race to know what battles are.  Life affords us many battles.  Sometimes it is a minor skirmish, sometimes a battle, and sometimes it feels like we are at war.

A battle can be sitting going nowhere in a hurry during rush hour traffic.  I used to have to deal with a 70-mile round trip of one and I confess I had plenty of days where I didn’t handle the battle well.  A battle can be profoundly more serious, though, such as the death of a loved one or coping on a daily basis with a lifelong illness for which there is no cure.

A daily battle of my own is living with my Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) which I gave the nickname of Billy.  I am thankful to the Lord for Billy.  He can be a thorn but a blessing too.  It’s just some days I’m more thankful for Billy than others.

I don’t think the words spoken to Joshua long ago just apply to him.  Any of God’s children, including me, can bank on the promise Joshua was given.  I shouldn’t be afraid.  Why?  I couldn’t be in better hands than that of my Father in Heaven.

Booksmart vs. People Smart

My answer:

I wasn’t formally introduced to my constant and lifelong companion until after I turned 58.  Since then, I look back on my childhood years with another pair of lens.

I was the kid who never had to be told to do my homework.  I started working on my homework immediately after getting home from school still wearing my school clothes.  My typical study routine for a test was going over and over the material in my bedroom as if I was the teacher teaching the material.  I didn’t make straight A’s all the time, but it wasn’t an unusual thing for me too.

My top favorite high school memory wasn’t high school graduation and certainly not the prom since I had no date.  It was the moment when I astounded my high school history teacher with my memory during a history game where my answer of a month, day, and year of a battle put my team over the finish line.  I received applause from my classmates and as best I can recollect, it was the one and only time that happened.

I was popular with teachers but with my peers? Not so much. I went through my entire adolescence without a curfew since I didn’t leave the house anyway. I didn’t have my first date until I was 18 and it was awkward, to say the least. I had no phone in my room nor did I have a desire for one. Of the few parties I attended, my favorite spot was the corner of the room.  I still prefer the corner if I have to drag myself to one.

The spectrum isn’t a rose garden without thorns, but I am thankful for the roses. I am thankful for my smarts because I work at schools with children who have such learning disabilities that they may not ever write their own names or say their first words.