After registration this morning, I went to get brunch before the afternoon sessions began. I had decided that the Midtown stop on the MARTA was probably the intersection where I had found all the neat cafes and shops before, when I had walked up Peachtree, and I was right. I had a terrific Huevos Avocado, which was their version of Eggs Benedict, and some delicious oven-roasted potatoes. Before heading back to the conference, I decided to take a short walk around the block.
We attended the opening plenary tonight, which used to be somebody famous giving a speech. Tonight, they awarded 2 lifetime service awards to social work educators, introduced and thanked about a hundred people or so, and then served a carnivore's buffet in honor of the retirement of the President of CSWE, Julia Watkins. I am not that much of a meat eater, and was really tired, so had one little brisket biscuit and then headed back to the Artmore, my favorite home in Atlanta.
We had just reached the top of the escalator in the Marriott, me with my cane in one hand, and my skirt in the other to keep it from getting tangled in the steps, when an employee suddenly comes charging up the steps shouting to keep going, and pushed me right into the people in front of me. I realize she was trying to clear the bottleneck of folks getting off the escalator, but her shove caused my cane to get tangled with my feet and I stumbled and had nothing to grab. I turned around and told her to hold it back or I would be in the floor in a minute; her response was to shout "keep moving; keep moving." Now there is another good reason not to be spending my money to sleep in the Marriott. Here at the Artmore, they open the door for me, and tell me to have a nice night, and by the way, do I need any help with anything?
I will say that an annoying as it is to be unable to walk without assistance these days, and to see people jauntily and briskly walking all over--quite taking it for granted as I used to--it does have its occasional perks. Like getting on the MARTA and the young man sitting in the "Reserved for Disabled" seat immediately stands up so I can sit. Personally, I'd rather be able to walk unassisted, and stand for a couple of miles on the subway, but since I can't, I thanked him and sat down.