Today, as I went out to walk the dog a woman saw me and gushed
“oh my, what happened to you?”
Ok here we go, the typical question about the wheelchair I thought….
She continued “you’re full of paint, were you painting? Do you paint?”
I smiled from ear to ear, being noticed as an artist (or a person full of paint I guess) and not a disabled person was such a relief. She made my day.
Then we chatted for a while never mentioning my wheelchair or why I’m in it.

I think I’ll wear my painting clothes more often…