Photo description: my hands in wheelchair gloves with the fingers all worn out.
These gloves have traveled, The have been the ones that saw me through the transition from being pushed to pushing myself. The have been dependable and reliable and really really durable.
Finally they reached the state in the picture above. Winter is coming. I finally found a wall of gloves, literally, in Canadian Tire and I was off to the races. This trip is my first with the new gloves.
What am I going to do with the old gloves? Ruby has suggested that somewhere in the world there must be a glove museum and she thinks I should send them there.
Wouldn’t that be an awesome idea. The gloves that saw a man work himself to the maximum level of freedom that is possible.
Joe sees them a little differently.
They’re gloves, toss em.
I think he may be right.