Slip-sliding Away

Life as I knew it, that is. Now I'm to have an eleven foot ramp on the back patio replacing the two steep concrete steps I can't get up or down, now that I have to use  either a cane or an actual real life walker, so here goes the lovely little rock wall  the cat loves to sit on at night and also the big old wooden flower box John made me 20 years ago probably, as it will get in the way of the new ramp.

The plants are all dying in spite of  TWO people coming today to water (by mistake), the snapdragons wilting and hanging on for dear life. As for me, I can start to cry at the drop of a hat — at the drop of anything really as to pick anything up from the floor I have to bend my right knee backwards, hold on to the cane with my right hand and try and do a swoop downwards with my right hand and hope I can pick up whatever it is that's on the floor.