I have spider plants, which Gertrude liked to eat so kept them where she couldn’t get at them. I have a Christmas cactus that Traci, my old homemaker, gave me. It’s also where Gertrude couldn’t get at it. It occurred to me yesterday that I don’t need to keep them out of reach anymore.
It’s been a learning experience, realizing how much I mentally monitored Gertrude. Where is she? Did I leave anything where she can get at it and shouldn’t, is she out of the bedroom before I close the door, did I feed her, does she need fresh water, etc., etc., etc. It’s a constant ‘Oh, don’t have to think about that, deal with that, worry about that.’ It was different when Simon died, because I had her, so the only thing that changed was that he wasn’t here anymore. Now, it’s just me left, and everything has changed. 😦