Oh Gerty! I love you!

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Just before 6 this morning, Gerty wobbled a bit as she rode down the back path to the alley gate. Off to be an election judge, she looked eminently practical with her lights and panniers.
Watching her I realized again how much I love her. I was as stunned and enraptured as if we had just met.
A wobbly start to a bike ride in the dark. An old vase filled with weeds. A poem on the table. Discovering I have a "new" thrift store fleece jacket in the closet.
I don't know what these things have in common - perhaps they only reflect whatever it is that makes Gerty unique. Perhaps they are just out of the ordinary things that remind me that Gerty is around and how glad I am that she is.