Valentine's Day is over and survived. Dinner at the local restaurant, a box of Russell Stovers, and a card from my gentleman friend. I gave him a vase full of airplane sized liquor bottles, a couple dozen of all different types, and I made a small velvet necktie to go around the vase. I also gave him a card which, when opened, had a motorcycle pop up. Now, I'm listening to Buffy, the Vampire Slayer and sipping cocoa.
Took the etrike out the other day to run errands. It was heavily overcast, so I was able to wear dark sunglasses instead of the welding glasses that I have to use on sunny days. I ride it at walking speed so that I can keep track of where the side of the road is. My days to ride it are pretty much over, and I'm going to miss it. As it is now, I can get out and walk or ride during the day, when the sun is overhead and not in the direction that I'm facing. At night, I see nothing and have to use my white cane, or the arm of a handsome man.
The house is clean, except for furniture polishing. That will be tomorrow's chore. My weekly organizing project is working on my bedroom closet. Mainly, making sure everything is still where it belongs, and checking with the magnifiers to be sure that nothing has any stains or is too worn out to be worn out in public. I know that my red flats need to be downgraded from regular wear to the last stage of footwear life, aka yard shoes. I've added more hooks to the closet so that my handbags are easier to locate. The shoes in boxes need Braille labels, on the boxes, that is. The footwear not in boxes need to be dusted. These aren't huge projects, but once they're finished, it simplifies my life immensely. With apps to identify colors and being careful to keep all clothing separated by colors, dressing is a breeze. I don't have any desire to step out without looking my best, even if I cannot see it.
Found a way to dress up my white canes and coordinate them with my wardrobe. I printed and laminated some lovely patterns in a variety of colors. Wrapping them around the tops of my canes, just below the handles, and securing them with clear tape, makes them into stunning accessories. I'm a firm believer in the old adage...Have nothing that is not useful or beautiful. I think that almost everything should be both.
I made some steps at the foot of my bed for my beastie. She needs them to get up and down. A few weeks ago, she tried jumping up, and it was a spectacular fail. Her chest hit the edge of the bed, and she landed on the floor. That's when we both knew that the days of high flying leaps was over. Her arthritis is to the point where she can no longer jump onto the bed like she did as a puppy. Nine years has taken its toll on her, and I'm trying to keep her comfy. I also made her a new bed. It's a good sized bean bag chair, wrapped in fabric, and covered with a Sherpa blanket. She likes it pretty well. I often catch her napping on it during the day. She's happy and content with her life, and that's a priority with me.
Moriarty keeps us on our toes. She follows us around the house like a shadow. Informs me frequently that the tiny bowl of catnip treats needs refilling. Likes to walk on her hind legs, which is hilarious in a cat. She torments Watson, the Beta Fish, every chance she gets. Having decided that the fishbowl is the perfect height to drink comfortably from, they interact with each other often. Watson doesn't seem to mind. When Moriarty is having a drink, Watson will swim up and tag her tongue.
Enough for now...
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