I am out of
routine today. Yesterday, after
visiting our sister-in-law in Cartersville, leaving walking down her ramp to the driveway, Anna tripped
and took a bad bang-up.
Thank God
for nosy neighbors: Thelma's neighbor
was watching us. He rushed over to
help. He whipped out his cell phone to
call another neighbor and he was there in seconds, he probably said, "I'll
be right there! Let me put up my binoculars!"
We got Anna
up on her feet and then sitting in a chair.
She has been on ice-packs since. d
Just before
Christmas it was me who took a banged up fall.
Anna needs
to rest and take it easy. I am doing
household things she normally does like
sort the clothes for washing.
During the
morning I noticed Willow was missing. I
looked in each room and she wasn't in any of them. "Oh well, " I thought, "Anna
probably let Willow out." And that
was the last thought I had on that.
After the
clothes were sorted I took a full basket, opened the basement door to carry a
load down to the basement where the washing machine is - and Willow jumped out
of the darkness!
She probably
followed me down me down to the basement on my last trip down there a while
ago, and I didn't know it, and came back up and shut the door.
When she
jumped out I instantly figured out why, and knew it was my fault. I reached out to put her to show her now hard
feelings, "my bad."
She jumped
out of my reach, now she doesn't trust
me.
Oh me.
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