This guy is basically describing how using the vOICe helped him to 'do' something that a normal person wouldn't have had any problems with...
Stay well Jacob Kruger Blind Biker----- Original Message ----- Dear List,
August ,2007 It's an Early Saturday morning a baking 87 degrees and threatening to grow hotter. With a press of the switch the Panasonic quietly ticks then chimes into windows. Soft spoken words left, right are swiftly exchanged for the rippling design of a reclining chair's fabric. AS the door opens the flat Tinging window Blades swing forward creating a lively zinging sound. The grey push mower's handle frames a road scene beyond as I maneuver it across a large wooden porch. Four dark coarsely matted steps down and I finally can drop this heavy metal beast. Ten years I have lived within my home on the West side of Buffalo. Ten years Ihave spent under hot summer suns cautiously cutting this rough scraggly grass.
Blackish lined cracks embeded within the concrete catch my attention as I propel the mower forward. They remind me of a child's crude chalk drawing. . The mower real spins and clatters as I begin trimming the largest area. In the past I have needed to keep one foot on the side walk, the other on grass in an attempt to clip evenly and straight.I do not need this shuffling of foot today as I can see the curly green blades are darker than the whitish pitted concrete. The flat curb stone bordering the outermost reach of the wildest grass looks as a railroad track. I can not resist, just like a kid as I run one large rubber wheel along it's path. At the side of the porch stands a square metal gas meter. The l shape Bending pipe protruding from the ground must have it's debris carefully cleared by hand. The bared hard clay remaining behind looks clotted and lumpy with grayish stones scattered about. My back yard is shaped like a small square. It is enclosed on two sides by a flat board picketed privacy fence. The side of the garage and the back of the house complete the other points of the enclosure. I can easily detect the corners where fence Joins garage and house. It is harder to mow in the back yard as a very old tree has several of it's roots poking threw the ground. They look like large black streaks randomly sneaking from hidden cover. Grass bens then spills behind the real as I attack along the farthest fence line. Soon the spittings are in my shoes as I maneuver to and fro using the patterns from garage, house or fence. No banging of blade or wheel into tree root. No ramming of the metal head against fence post for I can see each as I approach. When I am finally threw I look around with a deep feeling of satisfaction and pride. The half grown jungle has become a flat greenish plain with it's dark wooden snakes clearly revealed. I feel hot, tired, and ready to call it a day. Pushing my trusty mower before me I headed for the path home. after closing the screen door on my gardening adventure, I suddenly realize I had not thought of the gear still humming on my back. The vOICE had been running softly all day in the background of my mind while I, without conscious thought ,simply and naturally did the grass. Take Care, Pat ---------- To send a message to the list, send any message to blindza@xxxxxxxxxxxxx ---------- To unsubscribe from this list, send a message to blindza-request@xxxxxxxxxxxxx with 'unsubscribe' in the subject line --- The 'homepage' for this list is at http://www.blindza.co.za
