To paraphrase Mark Twain, the reports of my retirement have been greatly exaggerated.
You’re probably wondering where I’ve been. It’s been what now, almost two months? I didn’t get abducted by aliens this time, but all of us here have been battling something pretty alien to me: technology!
As you know, nearly all of my posts have photos, because a photo is worth a thousand words, and I know you certainly don’t have time to read a thousand words scribbled by me! These three paragraphs contain about 100 words, and already you’re probably thinking, “C’mon, get to the photo and the point!”
I’ve noticed that humans have a very curious habit: They use their phones, which were designed to let them speak to one another, to instead take lots of photos that they send to their friends and families so that they don’t have to talk to them. Silly species! Anyway, it used to be that Those Two would take photos of me with their phones, then email them to themselves and transfer them to the computer desktop, where I would do my thing. But at some point that stopped working, probably because the thousands and thousands of vacation photos and assorted blurry scenes that had them wondering “why?” had clogged the works up, so to speak, and those cute photos of me were stuck inside their phones. After spending hours of deleting their prized memories this weekend, we had a breakthrough! But then I had trouble logging on to my blog. After much troubleshooting and cursing, Mama G smashed through that roadblock as well.
So I’m baaaaaaack!
Now, as for the title of this post, I’m not referring to our various computer problems. We’re Mac people. Instead, I’m referring to my attempt to help Mama C out this weekend as she was cleaning our downstairs windows.
I guess my entry onto the scene wasn’t as graceful as usual, and she almost lost her balance as she stood on the loveseat. She probably should have found a safer way to gain access to the windows, such as moving the loveseat, and maybe, just maybe, she should have started that project before Happy Hour. But I have no right to act like the Safety Cat: I’ve done some pretty crazy thing in my day!
It’s good to be back in business again!
Oxbow's World 
Dear Mr. Oxbow,
Mama C doesn’t look particularly happy when this photograph was created. Good thing she is a superb athlete and did not lose your balance. I understand your concern about her safety. It looks like the windows and your mama could have been easily in the midst of a disaster…
You needed to ensure a reasonable degree of safety whilst you Mama was in this precarious position! Good for you Mr. Oxbow…you saved the day!
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