Ye Olde Granny Walker, Revisited.

As some of you may recall, I had surgery for removal of a malignant liposarcoma last year. (Also, last month. But right now, we're talking about last year.) My friend Jenni came in July to take care of me (and also to sing in a choir, but I like to think she came just for me).

Jen's a trooper and a half. She brought me water, she did my laundry, she walked me around the block. We shopped. We talked, we laughed, we cried. It was a great weekend.



While she was here, she and Captain Forearms put this fabulous basket on my walker.



The basket is a blessing, the likes of which very few people are lucky enough to know. Behold, it can hold not only a water bottle, but kleenex, lotion, keys, a replacement tennis ball (just in case you have a blow-out mid-walk) and non-meltable candy. (Also, it usually holds my phone. The only reason you can't see the phone is that I was using it to take this picture.) The basket is fan-freaking-tastic, and I can't recommend it highly enough to any of you who may be wondering what to get your 86 year old grandmother for Christmas. A walker basket. That's what you should buy your granny. Trust me, she'll love you forever. (I mean, I'm sure she already will. But the walker basket would ensure such a thing. I promise.)


Here's a true life representation of the smile your grandmother would smile if she had a walker basket. Trust me, I know. She would love it.



And if you're wondering exactly how to install such a walker basket, let me know and I'll put you in touch with Dr. and Mrs. Captain Forearms. I'm sure, for a nominal fee, they'd be more than happy to provide some instruction in the matter. (Look, between them, they have 8 children to feed and clothe. Don't judge. Every little bit counts.)



(Aren't the shoes fantastic? I love them! I love her. I love my walker basket.)

Amen.