Well I did it again; don’t know what made me do it, but I fell down on a concrete sidewalk on my way back from the Buttery bakery on Soquel.
I was admiring the sidewalk and always stop to check the years it was installed, as Santa Cruz is full of history. Once I checked, and learned that sidewalk was built only in the 90s, I carried on and admired a long stemmed plant that I supposed was somewhat tropical. After that, I was on my knees and palms.
I got up and began walking away when a nice lady on a bicycle asked me if I had fallen, and just then a couple in a car stopped to ask if I was okay. I thanked them for stopping and told them I was fine. I was and still am. Bruised knees and hands show the evidence, but I’m in great walking condition.
Tomorrow will be my last day and night in Santa Cruz. I will miss Frankie Ray and Tezzi. Tezzi watches me when I’m in the living room and nearly sits on my lap before I even sit down. Frankie Ray sleeps on the bed nearly all night. Last night I heard some running around and hoped it wasn’t one of them chasing a mouse that I’d have to face in the morning. Did I tell you that, not only is Frankie Ray a girl, her name is not Johnny Ray as I first thought. Guess she doesn’t really care one way or another.
Before turning in for the night last night, I sat on the front porch until a big fat skunk walked into the yard. It was then I decided it was time to stay inside.
The watering I have done here on the property was okay, I guess. However I think I didn’t water some trees – the orange tree to be exact – enough, and some plants I may have over watered.
Some plants, like myself, may have drooped a bit, but nothing is seriously dead, and I am very much alive, as well.
Oh, by the way, someone will purchase one of my painted photographs. I’m thrilled!!!!!