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Before the Big Trip



It’s Wednesday (actually now it’s Thursday). On Sunday this big trip begins. Big trips are good except except that once you’ve gone big it’s hard to go back down to a week or two. Just does not seem travel worthy.

So my granddaughter are coming over shortly to get ‘watering the plants’ instructions. Yes. I said plants. After years of being responsible for nary plant, animal or mineral (does the lava I snuck out from Hawaii many years ago count as a mineral?) other then my living breathing self…I have plants. I love having them. I worry about them. Too much water. Too little water. Not enough sun…well that’s how it goes with plants isn’t it?

I’m really panicked just a little tonight about this trip. Just the Greenland part. Which is a cash guzzling/REI dependent mystery at the moment. There are questions of weather  and unknown guides and are-we-tourists-or-trekkers? and how will raw whale really taste? and will there be an actual giant ice bergs all about? and can I sleep on a floor with just a mat in a sleeping bag. Thank god for good drugs.

When I return I’m just going to dig up my tiny new apartment-dwelling-size back yard and grow green things and watch every Netflix/Amazon series I’m behind on and spend NO money and eat more vegetables.

For now I’ll finish my New Belgium Heavy Melon beer and eat some dinner spinach with a nice dab, big chunk actually, of butter.



My Greening Thumb

The goal is to keep my three plants alive for some extended period of time. If that works I will get a cat. Then a dog. Then I’ll adopt a Moldovan orphan. Just kidding. No dogs or orphans but I am serious about the plants and the cat.

I only wanted one plant. It sits in the kitchen window and looks healthy on alternate weeks. Then my semi-thoughtful (I really wanted a whole box of Cinnabons just for me) son came with two more plants for mother’s day. What to do? I couldn’t just let them die—so now I worry and water and try to place them in sunlight they will enjoy. I say good morning to them and I may even buy a new pot for the pretty one.

I wish I just would have gone straight to the cat. So here they are. Because I don’t have any other pictures for today.

Petunia, right?

Petunia, right?

This is the pretty one. What is it?

This is the pretty one. What is it?

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