I rarely talk about my disability. Those who know me “in real life” know about it, of course, but for the most part I keep it out of cyberspace. Sitting behind a keyboard, most of the blogospere doesn’t care, or need to know about personal details of that sort – unless that’s the theme of your blog. If I were writing a, say, “living geek as a ridgeless Klingon” type blog (but my ridges are fine THANK YOU VERY MUCH, it’s just an example) then that part of my life might come into focus a little more. But, I can largely ignore my “limitations”, as I sit here, typing these words that get flung into oblivion at 6:30 on a Saturday morning.
I’m a second generation geek. Have I ever told you guys that? Which, if I do my math correctly, makes Boy a 3rd gen. He is so excited about going to Planet Comicon tomorrow! We have talked for years of trying to make it to an actual Star Trek convention in Las Vegas, or the big Comic-Con in San Diego (registration is today, by the way). But the realities of that are slim to none. Not because of the money (which is exorbitant) or the time Will would have to take off work (which is mucho) but because of me. I am the limiting factor.
See, I’m not supposed to travel. I’m not supposed to be in a car for any extended length and I’m certainly discouraged STRONGLY from flying. I’m not supposed to sit cross legged. What I can eat is limited. Being in the sun is limited (not usually a problem for your average geek – but I thought that I would throw it out there). I park in a handicapped spot most of the time (it’s ok, I’m allowed) and use a wheelchair some of the time. In my middle 30’s I’ve come to know what’s likely to happen and what’s not – but 12 year old Boy still has to try to adjust on the fly.
So, finding out most of the Star Trek: The Next Generation characters (Wil Wheaton! Brent Spiner! Michael Dorn!) – and Boy’s favorite Warehouse 13 dude (Eddie McClintock!), are no more than 20 minutes from my house was like finding out that you’ve been turned into Q for a day. I no have magical powers! I may finally be able to do something for Boy that he has wanted since he was little, but we’ve never been able to pull of until now. I whipped out my credit card and booked us a hotel room for the night tonight, enlisted a dog sitter, a house sitter and a driver (that one’s just Will) and started making plans on what to have autographed. Because, it’s quite likely that this will be a once in a lifetime chance to get my geek on with my only child.
So, at 6:30 in the morning, here’s my plea…. Please God, let us have a great weekend, let us meet Boy’s favorite characters, let us have a good time and let it be the experience that he has been dying for. Because it’s a really, REALLY long walk to Vegas.