San Diego and the CSUN Conference

colourful condo buildings and elongated trees

Condos in downtown San Diego

Day One

Matt walked me to the CSUN conference at the Hyatt Hotel from where we were staying in Little Italy. Once registered, I scurried off to my first session. My favourites from the day were on WordPress backward compatibility and accessible PDF design. I saw a couple friends from the Canadian accessibility scene – and lots of cute guide dogs!

After the conference, I went back to the hotel where Matt and I had a disco nap before heading back out into San Diego for the night’s festivities. We had a social with accessible karaoke and networking with beer ahead of us!

blue sky and contemporary building

View above the pool at the Hyatt Hotel

San Diego was a very strange city. It looked as if everything had been built in the last 20 years, kept sanitary, and manicured. A Lyft driver told us the city had been built on a dessert – every palm tree had been placed with purpose.

Matt and I went to the Deque social in the evening, but it was loud and we both felt awkward. We then made our way down to the hotel lobby bar, Redfield’s, which I was told was the place to be, but I didn’t see anyone I know.

So, we wandered over to a park in a marina where we saw lots of small rabbits by the water. Matt pointed out constellations in the stars to me, guessing which were stars or planets. We walked up the the convention centre where locals were exercising on the steps, making our way to the Gaslamp District.

I thought I might see some friends on the patio as the Gaslamp District had been applauded at the Toronto Accessibility Meet-up. We didn’t, but found cheap tacos and $2 beers at a Mexican bar to end our night that didn’t quite go as planned, on a tasty and economical note.

My notes from Day 1 of the CSUN Conference.

open doors into an old train station

Santa Fe train station in downtown San Diego

Day Two

Matt packed me a sandwich lunch while I got ready (CSUN does not offer snacks or lunch) and walked me to the conference before parting ways to do professional networking of his own in the Los Angeles’ film industry.

My favourite talks at CSUN that day were on Accessible Maps and a discussion on diversity, focusing on Whole Food’s orange controversy. At lunch, I went and sat by the marina to eat my sandwich where I watched the boats and tourists go by. It was very relaxing to sit in the sun listening to the birds in the trees, the water lapping the rocks on the shore, and the breeze in the leaves.

After the conference, I went and sat in at the Hyatt’s bar, Redfield’s, where I was told all the good discussions happen. Unfortunately, I didn’t see anyone I knew and the Narwhal stout I decided to try was undrinkable (fizzy water with corn syrup anyone?). So, I left my full beer at the bar and wandered about outside, taking pictures of downtown San Diego until it was time for the CSUN Tweet-up.

palm trees against a sunset

Palm trees outside the Hyatt Hotel

Usually I thrive at accessibility meet-ups, but instead anxiety took over despite knowing people there. I went and sat outside for a bit, admiring the sunset behind the palm trees before going back into for Round Two of the Tweet-up. However, I felt even worse the second time that not even the prospect of free pastries or booze could entice me (two of my favourite things!). So, I wandered back to the hotel feeling like the worst human being to have passed up the best opportunity ever to hangout with the crème de la crème of my industry.

My notes from Day 2 of CSUN.

photo of a low rise condo building

Condos and office buildings in downtown San Diego

Day Three

The last day of CSUN went by very quickly. There was a live broadcast of the Viking & Lumberjack with pizza and beer. I always enjoy their performances – it’s so great to laugh about one’s own industry and shared experiences.

I went to two sessions by Adobe, both uninspiring, but had some big news dropped: Adobe is adding an undo function to Acrobat for tagging, reading order etc! No release date set yet, but this is pretty major. I made sure I had heard correctly 3 times before I tweeted out the news. It’s a game changer.

Matt returned from LA at the same time I got back to the hotel after CSUN finished. We walked up India Street to a new part of town we hadn’t explored yet. It was lined with breweries, little boutiques, and old cottages, which was a pleasant change from the overly touristy downtown core.

photo of a plane flying overhead of a patio at a bar

A plane flying above the patio at El Camino

We ended up at El Camino, a chic Mexican bar under an airline approach path. We sat on the patio and watched the planes come in while enjoying $3 and $5 Mexican food during a very happy hour(s). We had a great time! It was perfect way to cheers the end of our big feats – my time at CSUN and Matt’s trip to LA.

My notes from Day 3 of CSUN.

The Great Big List from CSUN 2016 (slides and other attendee’s notes)

photo of Nell's CSUN badge on a table

Post-conference celebrations at El Camino


Driving the Californian Coast

 Big Sur mountains and beach 
We awoke groggy and tired. Neither of us had slept well. When we went down for breakfast, CNN was showing footage of a terrorist attack on an airport in Brussels. We ate our blueberry waffles and yogurt in silence.

It was 8:30 by the time we hit the road. The drive along the coast was beautiful. Moss covered trees, cliffs, and huge waves! Big Sur was particularly beautiful and we even saw some seals a little later on. They looked like dead bodies in sacks to me.

 Big Sur mountains and beach 
As we were pressed for time to reach San Diego by nightfall, we didn’t make many stops along the way. We took the Cabrillo Highway until it ended, then continued as close to the coast as possible.

The further south we drove, the more exotic the roadside became. The scenery changed from lush, old growth forests to shrubs and palm trees, red stone cliffs to yellow stone covered in low lying wild flowers. Architecture had a distinct Spanish influence, pale yellow with red tile roofs. 

 Matt taking a photo of the ocean 
The weather remained constantly sunny, but gradually grew warmer until I could discard my spring jacket. We sang along to 80’s music, accompanied by Matt giving me rock music history lessons and answering science questions I had on passing phenomenons.
 mountain in southern california 

Once we got into Santa Barbara, the horizon was lined with oil rigs against the hazy backdrop of the Channel Islands of California. We drove through Malibu and Los Angeles (LA). We hit rush hour traffic in LA where it was stop and go for about 3 hours through a combination of diners and shops, including a thrift store that doubled as a HIV testing clinic.

The sun began to set outside of LA. The sky had hints of lavender blue, pink and orange smog over distant jagged mountains with a large, bright moon overhead. Looking back, the sky was pale blue with candy floss pink clouds. 

We arrived in San Diego around 8:30pm. Once we checked into our hotel, Urban Boutique Hotel, we went on a mission to find beer and tacos. However, everything was closing at 9pm on a Tuesday. The only place that had an open kitchen was a pasta and pizza place where we shared a plate and each had a beer. Fed and watered, we went home to bed. island off the coast of california 

San Francisco

coffee and a croissant

Matt enjoying an almond croissant at farm : table

Day One

We started off our day with breakfast at Farm : Table, a small but very popular cafe near our hostel on Nob Hill. Matt had a quiche, i had an egg and ham croissant with a Pug ‘n Honey latte, with an almond croissant to share on the sidewalk patio.

We walked all over San Francisco. The morning air was full of the scent of jasmine, the song of birds, and the rustle of leaves in the breeze of exotic trees. Our first stop was Crooked Street, a steep and windy road in a leafy residential district. Matt wanted to climb every steep road we could find and eventually we found ourself in a surreal district of billionaires’ mansions overlooking the city.

palace of fine arts

Palace of Fine Arts


We made our way back down to a historic fort with cute military cottages that reminded me of the Bain Co-op in Toronto. Then we went to Fisherman’s Wharf where we had our first good view of the iconic Golden Gate Bridge. We walked along the water until we got to the Palace of Fine Arts, an ornate neo-classical structure overlooking a peaceful water garden.

Approaching noon, we made our way to the jazz district. Matt wanted to catch the Palm Sunday service at the Church of John Coltrane. The colourful little room was full of people playing musical instruments, singing with big smiles on their faces, all in the style off the jazz musician John Coltrane. They handed out palm leaves which everyone waved around to the music, which was fun. I enjoyed looking around at the audience – in classic Californian style, there was even a smartly dressed woman with a tiny dog in her purse!

Civic Centre in San Francisco

The Civic Centre


We walked past City Hall and the ornate performing arts buildings, through interesting low income housing. We stopped in a cafe my friends had recommended to have an americano and lemon square before wandering back to our hostel to nap before meeting Matt’s friend Ted for dinner.

Ted took us to Hog Island Oyster Co at the San Francisco Ferry Building. The lineup was quite long, but we had a great time chatting in the rain about Toronto food and drink destinations. We shared an oyster sampler, chicken fried oysters on waffles (Matt loves waffles), chipotle grilled oysters, and Old Bay fries. We sat on the patio overlooking the water and the ferry, cozy under a heat lamp in the rain.


stormy ferry dock

Bike on the ferry port near Grey’s Bridge

We finished our evening at an ice cream parlour in the Ferry Building. After tasting a couple flavours (including savoury pepper and mint), all three of us settled on bourbon and cornflakes – with Matt adding caramel-bourbon sauce to his! Then we went home to bed and CBC radio.


seagull on the ferry dock

Seagull outside the Ferry Building


Day Two

We found a small sandwich shop using Yelp for breakfast. They had great coffee, very strong – and we each had an turkey egg sandwich while reading the San Francisco Chronicle. I quite enjoyed the newspaper – interesting stories and nice layout.


beetle parked on a hill in front of a row of town houdes

Beetle on a residential street in San Francisco

I was really feeling in from the day before. I’m not used to so much walking. We made slow progress to the Painted Lady, ornate pastel coloured houses, then to Haight and Ashbury on our way to Golden Gate Bridge.

I loved Haight and Ashbury! I treated myself to a small Smorkin’ Labbit figurine for my kitchen and found a nice blazer at Goodwill for $7.50. I was quite pleased!

It really started to downpour once we got to Golden Gate Park. We were hoping it would be a short spurt like all the rain we encountered yesterday, but it persisted. Matt was concerned about my limp, so we took a Lyft (like Uber) back to the hostel to check out.


golden gate bridge at sunlight

Baker’s Beach with a view of the Golden Bridge

After checkout, we went to Sushiritto for a sushi burrito. It was very good value! We got huge sushi rolls that filled us right up. By then our car rental was ready, so we took another Lyft to Hertz.

Keys in hand, we drove our little Mitsubishi across the Golden Gate Bridge, up to Battery Spenser, and to a couple lookouts along the cliff. Battery Spenser was pretty cool – abandoned military buildings and a great view of the bridge. We also went to Fort Miley, Cliff House, and Baker Bridge. I had an exhilarating time on the beach – I’d never seen waves so big in my life! They were huge!

We hit the road around 6:00pm. We had trouble finding a cheap place to stay, eventually settling on a Super 8 Motel in Salinas. I was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.


look out over the ocean at Cliff House

Lookout by the Cliff House


And now, to San Francisco!

photo of San Fransisco from above

UP & Airports

Matt and I took the UP Express for the first time which was exciting. For $9 with our Presto card, we got to Pearson in 25 minutes! I’d refused to pay the exorbitant price they were charging before the price drop – this felt like a real treat!

We left Toronto on a 8:30am United Airlines flight to Denver, which I spent devouring the book Station Eleven. We got to Denver early, but our connecting flight for San Francisco (SF) was delayed by 5 hours, which was a real pain as we’d paid extra to get a morning flight to SF. We stood on standby and were fortunate to get two seats on the 3:30 flight.

The flight to San Francisco was pretty spectacular. I started to watch the Sleeping Beauty, an Australian drama that had been on my ‘To Watch’ list for awhile, but the Rockies were so beautiful! Mountains covered with grey trees that looked like muddy magnetic sand in the snow, the creases and folds of the mountains as we ascended, the shadows, winding rivers and roads. I love seeing the world from above.

photo of clouds and mountains as see from an airplane window

Arrival in SF

Once we arrived in San Francisco, adrenaline took over and we giddily made our way downtown. A very helpful transit rep showed us how to use the BART ticket machines, knowledge we passed onto two European tourists who were also scratching their head at the screen.

We got off at Powell Station and upon surfacing, I was in bewilderment of the opulence, grandeur, and European vibe of downtown San Fransico! It was unlike any American city I’d been before.
ice on the window of an airplane

Hostel & Dinner

We dropped our bags at the Hub, an Airbnb hostel, did a bed bug check, then when in search of dinner. I felt very under dressed in SF in my jeans and black t-shirt. Everyone looked amazing! I was in constant awe of the people, the buildings, and the endless array of high-end boutiques. There were palm trees, flowers that matched their planters, and brightly coloured buildings. This place is awesome!

flowera for sale at Union Square

A friend of Matt’s had enjoyed a sushi-burrito in SF a couple days go, so we decided to go in search of Sushiritto. Unfortunately they were closed. Apparently a lot of restaurants are closed in this area on weekends.

We settled on a quaint little Italian restaurant with a bright red awning, white table cloths, and high ceilings. I had pasta topped with crab meat and Matt had mushroom pizza. We walked over to a nearby Ghirardelli where we shared a salted chocolate caramel sundae with a brownie. We were both in food coma after, so wandered back to our accommodation.

neon light signs outside an old parking garage

Matt got out the map and started planning out our day tomorrow. I curled up in bed, listening to the sounds of the street outside. Tomorrow will be a grand adventure!


birds eye view of 46th street, New York City

First morning in NYC

We woke up around 9am. We put on CBC Radio 2 on the hotel room’s Bluetooth radio and lounged around for a while before showering, listening to classical music. It took awhile for the water to heat up in the shower, and operating the shower was a bit of a trial, but after much squeals from unexpected cold water, I eventually figured it out.

Gregory’s Coffee

We started our day proper at Gregory’s Coffee, which was next door to our hotel, the Gotham. It had the best coffee in all of NYC, according to Yelp. I instantly gravitated towards the Cinnamon Blowout buns, then saw delicious smooth and granola bowls – we got one of each! I ordered a red eye and Matt had a black eye (double shot of espresso). The staff were pretty miserable, but the coffee was good!

Prep for NYE

Fueled up, we went out to run errands and scope out Times Square. The most important errand was picking up champagne for back at the hotel after the Ball Drop. I always enjoy going to liquor stores in other countries – the selection is always different than back home.

The prices, even in USD, were more than back home! Usually American booze is cheaper, but then everything seems more expensive in NYC!

We picked up a half bottle of Veuve Clicquot and the salesperson helped us pick out a wine. We got a NY white and took it back to the hotel to chill. We layered up, packed our day-packs, said goodbye to the cozy hotel room and headed to Times Square.

bottle of champagne on a balcony overlooking downtown New York

Times Square Take One

We headed to Times Square around 2:00 and after consulting a couple friendly NYPD officers, got to the front of the line at the 7th and 48th pen fairly easy. Sadly, we got turned away because our day-packs were too large. This was annoying as they were the size of a medium purse, with a shoulder strap – not a backpack! The Times Square website had said no backpacks or large bags – ours were neither! So, we headed back to the hotel.

We unloaded our day-packs to our coat pockets, and headed out again. We stopped in a diner on our way back, ordering mac ‘n cheese with a side of fried eggplant to share. It felt like a NYC experience – one of those makeshift salad bar/deli/pizza/hot buffet spots nestled between skyscrapers. Dinner cost us $8 too!

a crowd of people waiting in Times Square

Times Square Take Two

When we returned to Times Square at 3:00, it was much harder to get in. A lot of streets were already shut down. However, we managed to get ourselves down to 49 and 7th by following the crowd and weaving through the masses.

It didn’t take long to get in the pen. The police officers were friendly and cracking jokes with the spectators. I didn’t get checked, which surprised me, especially since I had my fur muff with me! Somehow, plenty of people in our pen had big backpacks too!

We settled in against the fence in front of Ray’s Pizza on 7th at 49th. This provided much entertainment as there were salespeople coming out of Ray’s selling cheese pizza for $25 and hot chocolate for $5. Unfortunately, there were no washrooms.

crowds of people in Times Square for New Years Eve

NYE in Times Square

It cooled down once the sun went down. I was glad we wore extra layers, however soon the cold got to our toes and fingers. We danced around and cuddled to keep warm. Fortunately, one of the event sponsors was handing out purple hats. Matt went on a mission to find two for us, aided by a kind neighbour who grabbed us two when they were handed out. The purple hats covered our ears, which was an improvement over my beret.

The stage was hidden from our view, but the NYE concert was being broadcasted on a small screen below the Ball. We couldn’t hear either. They really should have a live captioner at the event – we could barely hear a thing down at 49th Street! Real-time captioning, porta potties, and trash/recycling bins – that’s what they need for next year according to my books!

Somehow, I had gotten it in my mind that the ball would drop and smash into a billion pieces at midnight. Unfortunately (but for good reasons) this was not the case. The LED ball just dropped, accompanied by a million people and 6,000 cops counting down together as numbers appeared on a big screen overhead. The air was full of confetti, like colourful snow. Matt and I kissed, took pictures and video footage of the festivities, then headed back to our hotel.

After ‘Party’

It was surprisingly easy to get out of Times Square. We were back at our hotel by 12:30, including a stop at a street vendor for a chili dog and pretzel. Even a car crash didn’t deter our progress home – although Matt did stop to take a picture. It had a very cool accessibility icon after all (fellow #a11y enthusiasts check out the waving International Symbol of Access on the upper rear!).

accessible New York taxi after a minor crash on New Years Eve

Even at 5th and 46th street, confetti had made its way onto our suite balcony. Matt opened a bottle of champagne and we sat outside, amazed that we had survived the evening – 9 hours of crowds, cold, no water, or needing to use the washroom! That’s pretty damn impressive! I’m still amazed we made it through, relatively comfortably too! Go us! Yeah!

Brain Tracking, Psycho, and a Pig’s Head

I’ve always loved Halloween: the macabre, the colour, the scents and sounds of autumn. When I think “Halloween” the image of  sinister jack-o-lanterns, crows, and yellow leaves come to mind. This year, the holiday featured a different kind of delight: headwear that tracks your brain waves, a screening of Psycho accompanied by a live orchestra, and a dance party with a talking pig’s head, where you could sign-up for your own funeral.

People standing in an alley, looking at the buildings

Psychology on the Street walking tour

Psychology on the Street

The holiday fell on a Saturday this year and it took no time to fill up with festivities.  I started my day at the Urbanspace Gallery at 401 Richmond for Psychology on the Street. Since the summer, I’ve been fascinated by how urban design affects our day-to-day well-being. Combine that with my love of assistive technology and new gadgets, and you have one happy Nell. This walk promised to do both.

The walk was part of a university study on how different urban environments affect our state of mind. Each participant at the gallery was given a Muse electroencephalogram (EEG) headset and a smartphone with a tailor-made app for the study. My master’s thesis had been on eye-controlled technology when brain-control technology was coming onto the consumer market. I was ecstatic to finally  handle a Muse headband.

Muse headsets in hard cases on the floor

Muse headbands

The headband felt delicate in my hand and took some time to position correctly on my head. We calibrated it through thinking and association exercises, followed by playing some games on the phone app were were provided. Once we were all set-up, we were guided through the neighbourhood, stopping at specific locations to observe and perform tasks on the app. Tasks included rating out emotional response to the environment on a scale 1 to 5, word association, and occasional number games on the phone.

I found myself wondering how the study would reflect different perceptions of space. For example, one alley screamed “Photoshoot!” to me, while the Art Deco typeface used on an otherwise bland building captivated my attention during our minute of silent observation. How did our life experiences and professions affect our perceptions?

After the walk, we handed in our headsets and phones. The principal investigator gave a short spiel on the study. It wasn’t anything new really, having read the information boards in the gallery and listened to the feature Spark on CBC did a couple weeks back. I looked longingly at the galvanic skin response sensors we hadn’t got to use, and left.


Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho is a classic! My first introduction to Psycho had been a Royal Canadian Air Farce parody with a Furby, but when I saw the actual film later in life, a shower was never the same… Combine it with the Toronto Symphony Orchestra, and you have the perfect Halloween date!

I dressed up as a dark angel with black wings, a vamp dress, and my heel-less heeled boots. Matt wore costume make-up and ghoulish contact lenses, turning into a very handsome zombie. The theatre was full of people in costume,  including the symphony. One of the members was even dressed up as an actual shower – genius!

I had forgotten much of the film’s story and became totally engrossed in the film. We had excellent seats from which we could comfortably see both the screen and the orchestra below. Matt pointed out that it was all strings – no wind, brass, or percussion. I had never noticed that in the music before.

It was fantastic!

Dark stairwell lit by red lights

Eerie entrance to Ghost Hole

Ghost Hole

After the show, I met up with some friends at Ghost Hole, a Halloween party at the Jam Factory. The place was packed! I had difficulty navigating the crowds with my wings on, but everyone else had such elaborate costumes on that it didn’t matter.

There were abstract projections on the screen, sound art, and a band that reminded me of the Flying Lizards. At the door was a bloody ghost dancing next to a pig’s head mounted on the wall. Caitlin urged me to go talk to the pig. I was resistant at first, but was glad once she convinced me as it was highlight of the event for me! Once I approached, the ghost handed me a headset and directed me towards a mic between the pig’s teeth. The pig and I had then had a short but delightful conversation about the meaning of life, which according to the pig, was bacon!

My friends had signed up by SMS to have their funeral that evening. This involved being lead into a private room with a funeral director and an organist. The director had quick words with the ‘deceased’ before leading them to a child’s coffin. She would then make-up on the spot a hilarious speech based on whatever the deceased had isolated as her passions. This was followed by strobe lights and a masked devil jumping out from behind the curtains. It amused us every time!

I didn’t stay late as I was quite tired from a week of 5am wake-up calls. So, I took the bus home in the rain and curled up in bed. It had been a wonderful day! Perhaps the best Halloween since I paraded the streets with a pillowcase of candy as a child!

A Beautiful Morning and a Bicycle Accident

I awoke at 7:00 and checked my email. As there was nothing pressing, I went back to bed and woke up hours later to piano music. It was beautiful, soft music coming from the neighbours house, and I pretty sure it was someone playing – not a recording. The sun was coming through my curtains and the birds were chirping. It was a beautiful way to start the day!

I made a cup of tea and washed some strawberries for my breakfast. I finished packing for my Europe trip next week, and put on Chopin once the live piano music stopped. I did my first blog post of the year for my travel blog, A Black Beret Abroad, then had a FaceTime meeting with Charles to discuss the presentations we’re giving tomorrow on accessible media and documents for the students at Ryerson.

After a humble lunch of asparagus, egg, and rhubarb pie, I packed up my laptop and made to leave the house. My friends were at Christie Pits Park, so I thought I’d pop by and say hello before going to find a patio or cafe to do some work. First, I thought I better stop by the beauty shop at Dufferin and Bloor to pick up one last thing for Germany. So instead of going East, I headed West down Shanly Street.

Collision with a Moped

As I cycled down the Delaware Avenue, I felt like I’d forgotten something. Then I remembered my helmet. Should I go back? Oh, I was just going a short distance down residential streets, so it should be fine. Anyway, there’s all those recent studies on how cyclists wearing helmets get in more accidents than those without.

Murphy’s Law.

I turned onto Shanly Street and approached the intersection at Dovercourt Road. An old lady was crossing the crosswalk, so I went too. As I was nearing the other side, I noticed that the approaching moped wasn’t slowing down, and then BAMB – I went down. Apparently I flew a few feet! From the pavement, I looked up to see the old lady walking away down Shanly, now safely on the sidewalk. The moped driver had fallen too, his bike and him beyond the construction equipment just south of the intersection.

I got up. I was okay – scraped and bruised, but fine. The moped driver was getting up t0o. His wife, also on a moped, was yelling at him. People from the sidewalk came over. People came out of their houses. People stopped their cars and got out. It was if the whole community was coming out to see how we were doing.

I was nonchalant at first, but fortunately one of the women was able to convince me to sit down. I then realized that I was shaking. Multiple people offered me water. One woman ran home and got ice packs, wet dishcloths, and paper towels. They helped to me clean up as the wife tended to her husband. The women dragged my bike over to the fence (it was totaled) and helped me out of my backpack.

The moped driver was extremely apologetic. I felt sorry for him. He was more hurt than me – his collar bone was disconnected and he was badly scraped. I was tempted to default into saying “Its alright.”  but I didn’t. It wasn’t alright. Someone could have died or been seriously hurt. His wife said he’d had a stroke the week before – that didn’t help the sentiment in the crowd. I said I’d hope he’d be alright. That was true.

There was a social worker in the crowd, and she was counseling me to get the man to pay for the damage to my bike. I didn’t want to make a fuss, and I could tell that him and his wife were low-income, so I kept brushing off the idea. The man said he’d fix the bike for me, but as well-meaning as he was, I didn’t think that would be a good idea.

The paramedics and police came very quickly – I was surprised! Even though I said I was fine, they checked me out. It was interesting being inside the ambulance as I’d only seen them in the British detective dramas I watch. I was impressed by how well organized and compact everything was, optimizing the small space.

The police officer went on a long rant about how mopeds are considered bicycles under the law, even though they can go extremely fast. The law has yet to be updated to reflect their speed or danger they pose. Apparently its legal to ride a moped drunk – who would have thought! He said he couldn’t file a report, as it wasn’t a car or motorcycle.

The two women who had brought me first aid materials walked me home. They insisted on carrying my bags and bicycle for me, and made sure I got in safely. I was struck by their kindness – by the whole community’s kindness! It was incredible how everyone came together.

Once home, I undressed and found I had way more bruises and cuts than I thought. My first worry was the pictures for Nicole’s wedding, but the worst is on my lower body and inside of my arms, so I think it should be fine. Really, the accident could have been so much worse. I felt so lucky that this was all that had happened to me, the man, and that the old lady had escaped, totally unscathed (and possibly oblivious to what transpired). Good thing I was wearing jeans and my Blundstones too – not the cute summer dress and heels I had been considering to wear to the park!

My laptop was fine too. So, after a shower and applying Polysporin and Arnica cream all over my body, I set up my laptop to continue work on my slides. I may look pretty bad ass at my presentation tomorrow! Accessible Document Design in the rough!