Moving around a bit better ...

Now Charb is trying (with assistance!) to move from the bed to the mat, from the chair to the couch...

... Early on, I came to see him at the appartment in the evening. He was in his wheelchair. As I walked in, he said :"Dad, help me go on the couch."

--Are you sure?"

-- Absolutly!"

--Hang on tight to my shoulders, I said, "and llllllllets doooooo it!"

Helped, he pulled himself off the chair and, in mid air, started to slide! I started yelling for help to keep him from falling! Chantal grabbed his bum, Rachel pushed the chair under him... We were all screaming, but, confused, Charb never said a word! Still, we ended sprawled down on the floor, with Charb on top of me! Scared to have broken his knees or ankles, I did not feel anything but fear and cofusion! Luckily he was unharmed! Now, the girls unleashed their laughs, the scene MUST have being unreal! " Good thing Norma was not here to witness this!" they said.

--No one mentions any of this to her! Never! Agreed?"

A crucial problem faced us now: How to get Charb back in his chair or bed without the lift, wich happened to be in the adjascent room?

The flying carpet!!!

We slid the carpet from the other room, flipped Charb onto it, and dragged them both under the lift. Successfully, we put him back in the chair... He was as amused as I was anxious, and laughed with his sisters and made jokes about me being so amusingly frightened!

Lucky for us, every thing went OK, and Charb was unharmed... because few minutes later Noma asked me : "So... How was the ride?"

--What ride?"

--The Flying Carpet ride!!"

How did she know so fast? ... I still wonder!