Chapter 34: Sweet Chair-ity!
“Okay, well, here goes nothin’,” I thought, and I pushed open the red door that led into the Villa living room. No immediate signs of major catastrophe, which was encouraging. Ed and the kids were in various stages of getting ready and Aunt Rae was in her room.
Tricia stopped making up Billy’s bed and came over to me. “Are we still going to MGM?” she queried. Although not particularly pumped up about
Play N’ Dine, she was looking forward to seeing her cousins again. Oh, and
R&RC, too.
“Of course,” I reassured her. “Finish getting ready.”
She leaned in closer and, in a whisper, imparted the “news” that Aunt Rae had declared she would just stay in the room that day.
I sighed. I felt no stress, really, just ……
I went inside to our bedroom, where I found Billy jumping up and down in front of the TV in his underwear and Ed making up our bed. Again, I must insert a little
tee-hee-hee here, because at home he
never makes the bed! (Perhaps he just sees it as his way of helping out.)
After receiving a big morning hug and a sniff from Billy, I helped him to put on the rest of his clothes. He can dress himself (well, except for buttoning buttons) but needs constant “prompts” to get him to stay on task, especially if the TV is on! I relayed my conversation with Member Services to Ed and he was relieved that everything had been straightened out with our Dining Plan credits and our room keys. He also appeared to be relieved that my mood had improved.
“Why did you let us sleep so late?” he asked.

“I thought we were going to get to MGM when the park opened?” I told him that I had not intended to fall asleep in the living room and had not had the chance to set the alarm. “But it seemed like we all needed to sleep in today a bit, don’t you think?”
He agreed.
I’m not quite sure, but I think I remember that this was the morning that one of the stitches from his emergency dental surgery (done the day before we left for WDW) had fallen out. He was concerned and had me check his mouth, but since everything looked okay, I didn’t think it was a problem.
“The swelling’s gone down, so the stitch was probably loose anyway,” I reassured him. Although still on the antibiotics, he said he felt he could get away without any Advil that morning, but would take some with him just in case. But that stitch coming out still concerned him. I said something to the effect of, “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it, anyway, so let’s just go and have a good time.”
And that’s exactly the same response I gave to Tricia when she came to tell us, yet again, that Aunt Rae was not coming with us to the Studios. It’s
not that I was feeling angry toward Aunt Rae. On the contrary, I really had just come to
the point of acceptance and was at peace with it. Aunt Rae had had enough.
Ed, however, would not accept her decision. “Kathy, we can’t let her stay here by herself,” he declared. “I’m going in there to talk some sense into her!” And with that, he strode off to have his “talk” with her. I opened my mouth, and shut it again.

Nope, I’m not going to get involved with this.
Time check: somewhere around
10am.
ADR for Hollywood and Vine with DSis & Family:
11:40.
We really should be leaving soon. I caught myself. There it was again…. that word,
should.
SHOULD: the well-intentioned bane of all planners. “We
should do this,” “We
should go there,” “We
should see that.” I was getting weary of my self-imposed
Tyranny of the Shoulds. Perhaps it was just as well that the OP was in the trash. I turned off the TV and continued to gather our stuff. I went to the fridge for water bottles and saw Aunt Rae, dressed, and sitting out on the living room chair. I went over to her. Her eyes were swollen from last night’s cry-fest.
And that’s not all that was swollen.
Her feet were up and I could see that her ankles were quite puffy. She said her ankles and knees were really hurting her. Ed was crouched next to her chair and was telling her, in no uncertain terms, that she would be coming with us and that she would just have to use the wheelchair in the park to remain off her feet. She started in again with,
“I don’t want to be a burden, and was abruptly cut off by Ed, who bluntly told her that she would be much more of a “burden” to us if we had to worry about her being unsteady on her feet and alone in the room all day.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer,” he said, helping her to her feet. (Sometimes its good to be a ::cop: )
Tricia chimed in, “C’mon, Aunt Rae, don’t stay here!”, then she got Billy to join in and the two of them continued in a chorus of begging and pleading. Seeing that she would be disappointing the children, she relented, and gingerly went in to get her hat and her bag.
“Don’t forget to change your shoes!” Tricia called after her.
Ed glared at her, but I suppressed a laugh. (AR has a habit of forgetting she’s wearing her slippers and walking out the door still wearing them!)
Slowly but surely, we all made it out to the bus stop and caught the next bus headed to the Studios. I was absolutely amazed at how crowded the bus stop was at this late hour! But strangely, I didn’t care.
Our bus arrived and, as you may have guessed, AR was anxious about having a difficult time getting up the stairs. Thank goodness it was one of those buses that is equipped for wheelchairs and
ECVs, because the bus had to “lower” itself to the curb and the stairs wound up being fairly low. A guest with an
ECV was boarding and Ed pointed it out to AR, telling her that hundreds of guests use wheelchairs and ECVs at WDW and that she shouldn’t feel bad about using one.
I made it a point to try and keep the conversation off the subject of the wheelchair. But AR was stressing over it. “I took some Advil. Maybe I’ll only need it for a few hours and then I’ll feel better!” She looked at me, hopefully.
“Sure, Aunt Rae, maybe you’re right,” I answered.
The soundtrack changed as we entered the Studios’ gate and there was that rustle of excitement that swept through the bus as we gathered up our things and prepared to have some FUN! Aunt Rae, however, seemed wracked with anxiety. “I took my tranquilizer, but its not helping,” she said.
No kidding, I thought, but kept a smile on my face as we negotiated bag search and the turnstiles. Our first stop would be Guest Services for the wheelchair rental.
Are you familiar with Handel’s
Messiah?
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
Ha-la-ay-lu-jah!!
Aunt Rae and I went in to rent the chair while Ed and the kids went to look at something. (I’m guessing they went to
Crossroads of the World to get a
Times Guide and so Tricia could look at pins!) The CM doing the rentals was very chipper. Aunt Rae looked as though I was admitting her into a nursing home.
The CM picked up on it and made a comment about how
big the parks were and how tiring, etc., and how common it was for people who normally didn’t use wheelchairs or ECVs at home to use them when they were at WDW. I could have kissed him.
“Would you like to rent daily or for the week?” he asked. I turned to AR and she was mute. I said, “Why don’t we rent it for the day, we may not need it tomorrow. Right, Aunt Rae?” She tentatively stepped a little closer to the desk. She looked confused, now. “What does he mean?” she asked me. “I thought that I had to keep the chair with me.”
“Umm, no, Aunt Rae. We’ll return it tonight when we leave to go back to the resort.”
“So, daily rental then,” continued the CM as he typed our info into the computer. I nodded and turned once more to see that Aunt Rae had the most relieved look on her face. “Oh...Oh, so you can leave the chair
here,” she said. I was a bit puzzled.

“Well, of course, Aunt Rae, what did you think?”
Her body sagged a bit and her eyes welled up with tears. “I thought I had to stay in the chair and that I had to use that lift-thing on the bus,” she cried. “I didn’t want everyone to be staring at me and complaining that I was holding things up!”
Oh, brother!
I was struck with feelings of both compassion
and annoyance. Ed and I had had
several discussions with her about the wheelchair rental and we had always talked about her using it in the parks,
never at the resort.
So, all this time she was under the misconception that we would “make her” sit in the chair all day for the duration of the trip? How could that be? I was truly dumbfounded.
“Aunt Rae,” I said evenly, “you’re
only going to use the chair to assist you when we are going from
here to there.” She still looked confused. “You can walk, we just don’t want you walking all day long.” (Sheesh! Hadn’t we only said that
a hundred times this week?) The CM asked for a credit card and she jumped to hand him hers so that I would not pay. Fine, she needed the control, so I gave in to her.
She completed her transaction and I continued, “when we get to a ride or show, we’ll just park the chair with all the other chairs and ECVs (I held off from saying "strollers") and you can walk into the attraction just like you always do.” She finally seemed to be “getting it,” although she continued to look dubious as the CM led us outside and asked us to wait while he brought us the chair. Ed saw us and he and the kids came over.
Billy was verbally ticking off his own version of the OP:
“First, we go to Rock ‘N Roller Coaster, then we go to Playhouse Disney: Live on Stage, then we go…..”
Oh boy! Getting the wheelchair business out of the way had distracted me from Billy and his list of “to-do’s” for the park, which had been based upon us arriving at park opening! (Sorry, it also distracted me from taking any pictures at this point.) Ed and I “switched”; he took over with Aunt Rae as the chair was brought out and I had a talk with Billy about our change in schedule, assuring him that we would be able to do everything he wanted, just in a different order.
I was annoyed at myself for forgetting
his “social story” about
changes in plans back at the villa. He began to cry (doing things “in order” are very important to him.) But, he brightened when I told him it was lunchtime and we were going to
Play ‘N Dine....he loves that character meal!

I checked my watch. If we left just then, we would be just about making it to H&V to check in at the suggested ten minutes prior to our ADR.
Sorry....I guess old habits are hard to break!
We set off down
Hollywood Boulevard with me holding onto Billy’s hand and Ed pushing AR in the chair. She began apologizing about him having to push her around, but Ed just laughed at her, joking that she was so light it felt like he was pushing an empty chair! I whispered to Ed that he needed to watch out; that people tended to get distracted and might stop short, so he should leave enough “braking distance” between the chair and the people in front of him. Well, you know how that went over!

Men can’t stand it when they think you’re trying to tell them how to drive!
We hooked a left into the
Echo Lake area and it was a short walk/roll to
Hollywood ‘N Vine.
As it turned out, there were a lot of people waiting for the changeover from breakfast to lunch, so all the surrounding benches were full. I walked up the steps to check in at the podium and receive our buzzer. Ed found a shady spot and stood waiting with the kids and I was already thinking that chair would be well worth the cost b/c it was giving Aunt Rae and her swollen ankles the convenience of a “personal bench” when none were available.
Then, along came
Marilyn, John, and the kids! Hug-hug, kiss-kiss, and we milled around waiting for the buzzer to go off…
Next up: “Dance Your Pants Off, Billy!”
Kathy