Tuesday, May 01, 2018

More info

Some have said I should go anyway.  And really I could.  But there are some other factors in my decision.

The playoffs will be at the University of Texas Natatorium.  I know this facility - well.  J have been there many times for other water polo events she has been in.  I love the natatorium.  It is the second best of the ones where these large events are held.

But knowing this facility as well as I do is part of my decision.  Austin, being on the edge of the Texas hill country is, well hilly.  The University is huge and there is constant building on campus.  The campus is limited in space being surrounded by the city.

When I was there last, a new structure was being constructed taking up the parking lot that has the handicapped parking for the natatorium.  The number of spaces was small to begin with, and now I don't know how many are left.  There is a large multi-story parking garage across the street.  But that means crossing the street and climbing the hill to get into the natatorium.  My back doesn't allow that.

So with that uncertainty,  I made my decision.  My daughter even said that there were just too many unknowns that still exist even though we know the facility.  This is simply the largest thing to be in that natatorium for us. 

My daughter will live-stream the events, and since we home with unlimited internet access, I can log on and follow the actions!  I can follow what happens. 

I would like to be there - but I also know my limits. This one is beyond my limits.  G is doing well and he isn't the reason I am not going.  If something were to happen, we have a great EMS here - and because he was a paramedic with them years ago, we are still family and don't have to pay for ambulance transports.  It would be all good.  I am really ok with it all.  I had doubts about me being able to do everything well.


1 comment:

Judy said...

Live stream? I never thought of that. Great choice. I have missed all my grandkids high school and college graduations because the events meant more walking than I could manage.