fall


i guess I was overdue with all my balance questions. I fell on the back deck a short time ago. I had been out awhile and was coming in when Louise the cat slipped out. I set aside my walker and chased the cat with a broom. I totally lost my balance and went down. Tried to grab an old wooden table out there. Missed it, banged my knee. Got things sorted out. Knocked my left knee, scraped it. But no breaks. A small scrape of my left elbow. Did not smack my head good thing. It is a disadvantage being six feet two inches tall. Farther to fall and land.
At first we thought the cat had scooted. Normally she is allowed just on the deck. No sign of her. Two neighbours helped look. Turned out somehow she scurried in just before I fell.

After all Louise is a black cat.
So triumphs all around.
Lucky me.

DIALYSIS GOOD FRIDAY


Smooth rubella april 2014n, I wore my dollar store Easter Bunny ears and delivered some tiny solid milk chocolate eggs for the nurses and the patients. I hopped to the weigh in but lost no weight doing so.  Happy Easter to all.

Bella, one of our five formerly feral kittens, looking extra sly.  This Spring she has grown even closer to me.  Many nights she sleeps through the night on the corner of my bed.  When I wake up at 5:30 AM I take a few minutes to pat her and listen to her purr.  Then I get ready to go out on my dialysis days for my four hours of treatment four days each week.

She along with her sisters will turn 8 this year. This winter for some reason she has become even closer to me often sleeping through the night on the corner of the bed. This Spring when I wake up around 530am I spend a few minutes pattingher and listening to her purr. Then i get ready for my early morning start to four hours of dialysis four days each week.

She along with her sisters will turn 8 this year. This winter for some reason she has become even closer to me often sleeping through the night on the corner of the bed. This Spring when I wake up around 530am I spend a few minutes pattingher and listening to her purr. Then i get ready for my early morning start to four hours of dialysis four days each week.

 

Emma behind chair rail bars in the kitchen


one of the five formerly feral kittens who turn five years of age this summer, she hates to be picked up but will approach me if she wants to be patted. she is the former runt of the litter