handy helpers

The day that I learned to walk with a cane. Not because that suddenly something is wrong with my legs, but because I've read that it's good for all kinds. Bert lent me his Nordic Walking poles to practice with. Now, after the walk I'm not really convinced, but with the stairs of my blip today; it certainly was useful to have an extra helping handpole.

Other help presented itself this afternoon when I was weeding in the front yard. A neighbour came over to me and while chatting happily she suddenly said that a friend of hers could also maintain my garden. I will keep this announcement in mind. You never know.