On my Tray of Bliss today, a wish for my disabled son.
Mr A adores sport. Any kind of sport.
Currently we are somewhat thwarted by an unfortunate incident at a local ten pin bowling alley where a league have voted NOT to accept him as a member despite having a vacancy. I've griped about this already and have taken some action in the form of a scathing letter to the aforementioned league and to the head office of the bowling alley. Discrimination was mentioned.
But at the end of the day there is no point in Mr A participating in their cruddy little league if he's unwelcome, so we still go bowling and family members take it in turns to pair up with him.
Mr A's older brothers have also been making an effort to get him out more as a spectator and he's gone to a number of footy matches over the last several weeks. Cricket season is almost upon us too, and he loves his cricket so we're looking at a family membership at our local big cricket ground for this Summer.
Still, he wants to play a sport.
Fortunately there is no shortage of wheelchair sports around, it's just getting to them that's a problem.
Mr A currently does not have a vehicle of his own and would need to rely upon taxis. Not a good option financially.
So our next big goal is to buy him a car. I don't know how, as they are expensive to buy and insure.
But we will get there.
Meanwhile, we'll occasionally take him to the park where his brothers can take turns playing wheelchair soccer with him.
Thank God Mr A has us. The rest of the world doesn't seem to want to know him.
Makes you want to ask what anti-discrimination legislation has really done for the disabled.
It's infuriating and I am sorely tempted to tackle these bowling people head on. But as previously mentioned, it's no way to start a friendship.
Sometimes I just hate people.
Not very blissful, but needed to be said.
Tomorrow will be better.
Hoping your Tray is more blissful than mine today, dear friends.