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More Pain, More Cat Stuff
A neighbor stopped by last evening and did the cats bolt for the shelter? Spirit might have, but she stopped in the hallway when I said "It's okay." Shiva and Giorgio went for the cat castle. So I guess there's more learning there. The neighbor told me that the condo org is going to have to make a parking space for his disabled wife on our side of the street and pay for railings and such that he put in (he has a Class A license). He told me that he'd also brought up to the state inspectors that none of the ground-floor condos followed the housing law that was already in place at the time they were built (I knew this) -- all are supposed to allow a wheelchair to enter, turn around, and use a bathroom. None do. Mine's the closest, but the upper ramp is steeper than ADA rules. I wanted it that way because the alternative was to build up the stoop two inches and put the ramp all the way to the center sidewalk and its height from that would require railings and lights. And I'd have to pay for it. I'm careful with the upper ramp and I have the doorjamb edges to hold onto.
I hurt a lot today. I didn't realize how much until I got to Pizza Hut and had my personal pan Supreme and then almost couldn't stand up because I hurt so much. So I'm going to put in the review next and then take some acetominaphen and take a nap.