There's probably a female version of this illustration but it wouldn't be much different. I just get a kick out of progressions like this. They simplify complicated sequences to the bare minimum and yet retain the essence of the subject.
I admit to riding scooter carts at the grocery store on several occasions after hip surgery. This would seem to leave me one step away from the wheelchair. I had to skip the RV interval for economic reasons, but it would have been so great! I would have loved to travel all over the country to see what I was missing. I love Minnesota, but sometimes it seems like we're kinda sheltered here.
The only wheels I have now are on a ten-year-old Impala. It has a dent in the passenger-side fender so the door won't open. I've had it popped out several times but it keeps going back in.
The repair will be expensive so I can't even consider it until I get my tax refund.
So, when you stop to think about it, I guess it's money that greases the wheels of life.
I Eat my Words.
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