#1 I rolled into the other room of my two room apartments looking for my wheelchair... the one I was sitting and rolling in.
#2 Tablemate Wilma said she needed to "see me". This is Thursday, her "hair" day, and I know she hasn't been to the bank of a couple of weeks. She needs to borrow money to pay her hair dresser. I put a twenty dollar bill in my pocket and rolled out to find her.
I met her in the hall, my hand on the twenty in my pocket, ready to pull it out and amaze her. She said, "I wanted to ask you for coffee." She didn't need the money at all.
#3 (Not MY goof, this time) There is a right way to cut back rose bushes and our gardeners way. The right way allows new stems to grow and bear buds and blossoms. Our gardeners cut all the roses bushes off at the four foot level, regardless of the consequences.
As a result, "our bush", the one we follow and photograph, has been left with only ONE stem with buds. At least, those few buds have produced one baby blossom that burst out its bud this morning. By tomorrow, or the next day, I will be able to bore you with another picture of a rose... a new rose on "our" bush that grew from "our twig".
Love is lovelier the "second time around" according to Frank Sinatra. Our rose blossoms may be lovelier the second blooming of the season.