We're all sick of the ribs pan

...but here it is exactly one week later and the pan
is still on the stove. She hasn't been here to use it
for a few days so it's just fermenting. Lid on.
Maybe she's planning soup for later.

Went out last nite, got home a little after midnite.
Unfortunately she had just been dropped off by
someone and was unlocking the front door as I drove
up. Still in the wheelchair, dog on leash, tangling up
with a guitar case and an amp. She got the door open
just as the guitar case fell over onto the dog, and they
clattered into the house. I was in no mood to help
when the dog started barking so I just ran upstairs.
Heard some banging around for a while. I'm sure she
hopped right out of that wheelchair and picked up the
amp and brought it in.

I was looking at the poor poor orange tree yesterday,
absolutely bursting with perfect fruit. I still can't have any
but now there are 24 rotten and half-eaten oranges under
the tree. Must be some really healthy tree rats around here,
with all the vitamin C they're getting.

Everything in the yard is drying out. Her plants are wilted.
The lawn is looking parched. But hey, I can't water. I don't
know how to water. Or weed, sweep and rake. It kills me to
walk around out there and see my months of work dying.
At least I have huge gorgeous pink roses I can smell.
She can't stop me from doing that.....or can she??