A lesson in perspective

Troy and his helper Robert got our special- order shutters in today -- with my Robert beefing every minute about the cost.

When they were up and in, I had nasty thoughts about how satisfying it would be to leave the damn things closed all the time and avoid having our improper windows exposed to insult the delicate sensibilities of passers-by. But enough of that. They'll be a deep, rich blue, and I think they'll be stunning open or closed.

Window questions were, as usual, making me mildly crazy all day. Then, at dinner at Fogarty's, I got a lesson in perspective.

A few forkfuls into our meal, a bite went down the wrong pipe. Robert saw the look in my eyes, and I pulled him inside, away from other diners, where he did the Heimlich on me.

He saved my life. Makes windows look pretty insignificant.