Aha!

Because of the good Dr. Rubano's wishing me to "push things" a little, one day at a time, I was quite happy to have watered all 27 of our house plants this afternoon. I made the rounds, and our thirsty little friends are all quenched now.

Interesting, how when you use a 1/2 gallon watering jug only partially filled to prevent spillage, that you make a number of trips back and forth to some of the more gargantuan (over 8 feet tall) ones.

Funny tidbit ... in watering the one small philodendron upstairs, I noticed one of the closet doors was opened. So, I closed it. Fifteen minutes later, I heard a very plaintive "meeeow ... meeeow". Yes, I had closed one of "the boys" in the closet. I opened the door, and down from the fourth shelf up (on one of Grandma Hazel's quilts - hey he has good taste) he leapt out.

Hey folks, it's not like it's a steer, or anything like that ... but I've been able to identify where/what things hurt (see below).

I've outlined the areas that hurt, in red with dark black lines, and have outlined the areas that are "truly offensive" in a black rectangle. Please shield your sensitive eyes if you are offended like I was.

Trust me ... I am not afflicted with the "truly offensive" malady as shown.

I also apologize for my bad Latin.