Boardman Country!

Where everyone’s entitled to MY opinion.

His name is Roger.

Given the current state of my appeal to the  Washington State Department of Social and Health Services Division of Developmental Disabilities (WS DSHS DDD) the employees of which are apparently too busy to respond to my Request For Hearing in a timely manner, I have sought and found some additional care giving hours and in so doing have made a new friend.

Roger is a tremendous guy who for all of his 57 years has dealt with the challenges of cerebral palsy.  And I do mean “dealt with”!  Wow!

He lives on his own in a two bedroom apartment and the care comes to him.  Once he’s up in either his standard or electric wheelchair he’s a force with which to be reckoned!

An avid collector of, well, let’s say “vehicles,” his walls are lined with assorted sets of Matchbox and other small scale cars, trucks and other equipment.  Within the first couple days I was there, I was stunned to see that he even has the old Cooper-Garrett “set of joints” semi by Matchbox that Larry Fisher and I used to play with when we were about seven!  So far, Roger hasn’t let me play with his.

Rustie the cat is his constant companion and has several times already come close to licking me to death.  This cat actually gets a bit testy if you refuse to let her lick your hand, but she and Roger have made quite the pair for just over ten years.

My primary responsibility has been to fix dinner and get Roger fed his evening meal along with divers and sundry other small tasks.  We head up to the grocery store about once a week and we’ve also been through the  apartment on a window-washing spree even though I said “I don’t do windows.” Roger is very persuasive.

We have great conversations and usually end up laughing our heads off over the latest stupidity in the network news.

For example, the other day at dinnertime the arrest was being reported of some joker who had been stealing heavy equipment and boats and squirreling them away back in the woods somewhere.  The reporter mentioned that the culprit had given an interesting reason for his crimes, which was that he (wait…wait…wait for it…) “thought he might need the stuff sometime.”

Roger just about spit his mouth full of taco all over the table.  We laughed like crazy.  I mean, after all, you never know when a stolen backhoe or a bulldozer may come in handy for some project you’re doing around the house.  And of course, a stolen ski boat is often useful if you just want to get out on the water for the day!

If you’re the victim of a moron like this you’re obviously not laughing, but when they hit the evening news they sure do make for hilarious entertainment.  🙂  Isn’t that right, Roger?

You’re in Boardman Country!

Make yourself at home,

Brad

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