No roses, I said to husband. Cats eat them. But where’s the water? Stopped at 8 a.m. Daughter informed and took action. John, a plumber superb, showed up and made the old well start working. “On it’s last legs,” he said. “So are we,” I said. He’ll order a new something and return in a few days. Leave it to daughter who knows everyone and takes charge when I’m in need.
About the chocolates, after not enough exercise all winter, I think I’ll wait on the dark yum of chocolate melting,melting in my mouth. Or not.
The bad news today is our cat, Jack, has cancer. He’s sixteen, a hand-me-up from daughter a six months and a part of our household ever since. Meds for two weeks and I’m sad to say we may have to bid farewell again to a wonderful pal. More to follow.
Love to all from Charmaine