this morning, after i came home from dropping mimi off at school, my mom (who is in town to help out with the kids so i can work on my project du jour) informed me that ozzy walked...TWICE on his own. and not just the one or two steps he's been doing for the past couple of weeks, but really walking around and that Rob bore witness. all day, thereafter she tried to get him to walk for me, but he would just cling to me. then Rob came home from work and there was ozzy just strolling around.
sometimes when i think about giving up on life in general, and sitting like a blob all day, unbidden my mind fills up with images of a neglected garden turning brown, rotting, dying, and thats often enough motivation to keep going, if for no other reason than to prevent the desolation from becoming reality. is it weird that when i think of dying one day, that i get sad knowing my garden will die when i am gone? i dont think anyone else would go tend to it when i am no longer around. i hope they will at least keep a plant or two in remembrance of me, but the little pollinator waystation i've been working for several years now to create will likely be razed and no more.
OH MY! Is that precious!!! I can't wait to meet little Ozzy -- he could not be cuter!!! Wow, already walking -- incredible! :)
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