Journey, I was thinking about my mobility. Did you have a wheelchair? I do and actually you can do a lot from a wheelchair (and I had the example of my late H to learn from): cook, dishes, roll easily around the house. I have a one-story house and much of it is wood floors. Still, this morning my leg is pretty achy. Maybe I did do too much yesterday.
Okay... amusing story (in retrospect): so last night I made myself a bowl of Amy's Potato Leek Soup and wheeled myself into the living room with some cheese and crackers and a can of V-8 juice. So far so good. I put everything on the coffee table. Nice. Then out of mid-air comes Bill's Max* flying, lands IN the bowl of soup, flips it over, potato-leek soup spews across the carpet (fortunately the same color as the carpet). Max retires to a corner to lick the soup off his paws. This morning, he's sitting in my lap, happy as a kitty can be.
_____________ *Bill's Max- this is one of the two cats that I adopted from my friend Bill when he went into the nursing home. I already had a Max, so I had to adjust his name. BTW, my friend Bill died on my birthday, Wednesday. He was 92 and his son told me he was talking and chatting literally up until the last minute. He stopped talking in mid-sentence and was gone. A salesman up to the end. He's probably already told St. Peter that heaven could improve its image if they did some pencils, caps, t-shirts, and refrigerator magnets. (He latest career was in the field of specialty advertising. But I digress...)
