After nearly ten years of using the same wheelchair, I’m in the process of transitioning to a new chair and the experience has been more difficult than I anticipated. The new chair has a customized seat that is subtly different than my old seat, but the differences are enough to cause me some discomfort. As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in my old chair while the new chair occupies a corner of the living room until I can schedule an appointment for further seating adjustments.
I’m sure that I’ll settle into the new chair eventually, but I’ve been asking myself if I’m becoming a cranky old man who is growing resistant to change. After all, I use the same assistive technology to access my computer as I did when grunge music swept the nation thirty years ago. I refuse to sign up for a TikTok account. And I still write “e-mail” with a hyphen. Taken together, these are strong indicators that I’m approaching the “shakes fist at cloud” stage of my life.
In completely unrelated news, I watched Tár last night and I recommend it. My very brief review is here.