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September Happenings

Lots in store for me this month. One of the activities the home has planned is a day at the Washington State Fair. I plan to go if for no other reason, I love the fair food. Scones, deep-fried pickles, popcorn balls (for my husband), cotton candy, Darigold flavored milk, lemonade, are among my faves. Additionally, my husband's union gave us tickets to the Point Defiance Zoo. That is a great activity for me, room to roam in the power chair and animals to gawk at.

The second Sunday of the month is the regularly scheduled meeting of ALS Association Support Group. That one activity is the best lifeline to sanity and positivity I have in my arsenal. We compare notes on where we're at, what we're doing, what resources are available, and add humor and levity to the mix. We have slow progressors as well as fast ones and unfortunately we have to say goodbye to some. But who better to say goodbye to you than the very people who have walked the same path with you.

This is also my birth month as well as my 18-year sober anniversary. That means a new coin and hopefully a really good piece of cake. Maybe I can talk someone into a trip to Trophy Cupcakes. That would be epic! And, September 13th I will be participating in the ALS Walk for a Cure at Seward Park with my family and friends. At 10 am we will begin walking (or riding as I shall be in my power chair) a 2.5-mile paved path. If you would like to join us, log onto www.ALSA.Org and join 'Tina's Team'. We would love to have you!
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Location: Federal Way, WA, USA

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