Wednesday morning, before I got the official call from my doctor, I took Daisy and Moose out to the backyard. Usually, I just leave the doggie door open, and the dogs come and go as they please.
But because my friend Lesley was staying with me, and because she has two cats who were occupying the downstairs, the dogs weren't allowed outside unsupervised.
The problem is, my downstairs windows look right onto my back patio... and one of Lesley's cats decided immediately that she wanted to be as close to the windows as possible AT ALL TIMES. Which both Lesley and I feared was going to lead to a dog sticking his or her dumb head through a window in pursuit of some feline breakfast.
Thus the supervision.
Is this sounding at all familiar? Me going into the backyard at a time I usually wouldn't be going to the backyard? For dog-related reasons?
Well, it happened again. A cactus flower, blooming right by my orange tree. The second one I've seen in the nearly nine years I've lived in my house.
All I can say is... keep talking, Gram. I'm listening.