The scooter is a super-duper or maybe one could say “glorified” tricycle. It is “mobility equipment,” but it’s not a wheelchair. It has three wheels, one in the front and two in the back. Some (in fact maybe most) scooters have four wheels, so they are more like a go cart. There are some that even have five wheels, two in the back and one big one and two little ones in the front. Supposedly those with three wheels are more unstable than those with four; but, that might be because people accustomed to driving cars are used to judging things on a wider turning range than one central area.
Anyway, it’s not a wheelchair, it’s “mobility equipment” and may be as valuable to supervisors running around in a big factory as it is to someone like yours truly. It’s simply something that can be used in much the same way as a motorized wheelchair. Some differences are that it’s not possible to scoot up to a table or a desk head-on, as the front is in the way. One has to sit sideways. On the other hand, one can load quite a bit underfoot on the footrest or hang things on the handles and haul much more stuff. There’s a clear understanding that the thing is not a wheelchair, yet often there is a sense of being in a wheelchair. Maybe it’s due to surroundings.
It’s a holiday (time to play). Fireworks could be seen through the apartment windows (no need to go anywhere) last night and this night. There was some going beyond the usual minimum online (there’s internet connectivity) and trying a few things that were in mind (successfully). The only “worky” things done were a trip to the basement for something for breakfast and a re-charging of the scooter battery (neither absolutely essential, but quite advisable). At noontime there was a run outside to be out of the apartment for a while. The front was decorated with medium-sized flags. A haze hung over the distance. And, after a while there was a self- reminder, of necessity, that the scooter isn’t a wheelchair.
Peace is worthwhile.