Thank GOD for Giant Wine bottles! I believe that is called a jeroboam and holds (or held) the equivalent of four bottles of wine. And one dynavox.
Better, but she was still stuck at the dining room table. She couldn't use her talker in the bedroom or in the front room or anywhere else.
Steve disappeared into the basement - his workshop, his sanctuary. He can build just about anything and is at work on Maggie's Halloween get up now. After a while I asked what he was doing and he said I'm making a new pole for Maggie. I wondered what it would be. The possibilities were endless. Steve saves every thing in that shop - every scrap of wood, old toy wheels, even broomsticks, because they make good dowels. Forget the dowels, it turns out broomsticks also make excellent poles to hold a dynavox. He made it the right size to slip into the mount on the side of the wheelchair and used a screw to hand the dynavox from the broomstick. Maggie could now communicate on the move - but we had to move very slowly because it was held up by only one screw and it is an expensive thing to drop. (We didn't drop it).
Steve (visible in the background wearing his Giants hat) feels justified in his broomstick hoarding now. However, one broomstick to the rescue every 26+ years does not justify the pile we have down there. I admire his ingenuity, but it is my duty to keep up the nagging.
Maggie might have something else to say about that, though.