I am like a mother who can’t limit the number of darling baby pictures she will post on Facebook. I am as bad as the crazy cat lady who provides minute by minute updates on the lives of Squiffy and Bitters and Floss. I am a day lily bore. The spoils of my spending in the Lutheran church parking lot last fall are now in bloom and I love them. Each morning, I can be seen in my shift and no shoes, taking photos in my flowerbeds. Each lily lasts only one day and no two are alike. All must be worshiped and adored.
Ms. Monroe has been to Pennsylvania and picked up a new Maine Coon kitten, the newest incomer to Itchy Ankle.
Following weeks of worry, Peggoty has good news about her small grandson. After long hours in waiting rooms, MRI machines and hospital gowns, he is back home and healthy. Phew.
I toured the Nation’s capital on a Segway, defying my own steadfast conviction that the tour organizers would take one look at me and suggest I stay back, unfit to ride. I whizzed through the FDR memorial on wheels and took a turn or two past the Jefferson memorial without mowing down a tourist or clipping a kerb. 91 people liked the picture I posted on Facebook, astonished to learn that I could balance, navigate small spaces, and stay upright for three hours. I think my time behind the handlebars has inspired new hope that I may be able to function adequately on two feet, and in the great outdoors.
Ms. Monroe and I took the late afternoon air in her Boston Whaler, dawdling in backwaters with the ospreys and heron. Tomorrow there is banana walnut bread and rhubarb for breakfast and the promise of new bursts of color to enliven the day.