I went came back from an errand and decided to pull a few weeds and drag out a few branches. Then I thought, “Do I want to do this?” and the answer was a big, fat NO. So I came inside and did a few dishes, then asked the same question with the same answer. I did start a wash and then someone needed to shower; I may or may not restart it. I have the urge now to address several things that need doing in this manner. It may not be honorable or responsible, but it feels kinda good. I thought that slovenly use of kinda would feel liberating also, but no, it doesn’t. And that makes me feel like moaning Awwwwww and kicking something in resignation and then going about the chores.
Daily Archives: August 21, 2015
Long time . . . no write
I knew I had wandered away from the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse; I just did not realize how long I’d been gone. The days are somewhat of a blur, but the screen door has slammed behind me again as I returned . . . only no one yelled “AmeliaJake” like they yelled “Norm” on Cheers. Well, that’s okay, I’ve still got a place to sit and sip.
Some things did escape my attention. One of them was a plant that was included in a basket sent to Alison’s mother’s funeral. We had taken out all the separately potted plants from the arrangement for re-potting and somehow this one plant wound up on its side and under a couple of books.
I saw the little pot sticking out, sort of like the witch’s feet from the house in The Wizard of Oz, and quietly lifted the books. It was not a pretty sight. I picked it up and carried into where Alison was sitting and said her name softly, extending my hand. She sighed, “Oh well.”
I took the squashed green being into the kitchen and watered it a lot and let it lean; I think it’s deciding if it wants to try. I guess if it turns out to be terminal, I’ll just have to pull the root.