I have been lax in my bloggelation duties.
Yes, I totally made up that word.
No, I have not been lax in everything in my life. In fact, I have gotten quite a lot of writing done and read several books and played quite a bit of Diablo 2 and rearranged the office and done other worthwhile things, I’m sure. You should know by now that I can never remember many specifics very long after the fact. I can hardly remember our wedding date (no, seriously, I had to think really really hard about it just the other day).
Suffice to say that I have been busy.
Also, I have not been very good at getting to bed when I really should, which means I wake up a bit later than I really should and don’t have time to blog before I start the day’s writing. And I have finally placed working on the novel above blogging in the priorities. That’s good, yes? Yay noveling! But it does mean the blogging has suffered. Next goal: Getting to bed on time so I can do EVERYTHING!
But I digress.
The real reason for this post is to fill time before I have to pick Matt up from class and we go to a meeting at church tonight. No, wait. That wasn’t supposed to be the real reason. I mean, it’s part of the reason, but. . . . I should stop babbling and wander around to my point.
My point is, where has been a recent addition to the Whitt Household! That’s right, folks, something else for me to kill!
She’s a very pretty flower plant in a pot, and I’ve named her Georgette. Here’s a picture of her (with Shiloh, who looks slightly annoyed because I made her sit there and stay while I took a photo and she can’t imagine why):
Yes, those are Matt’s psychoanalysis textbooks on the table. No, as far as I know he is not psychoanalyzing me (we can all hope).
At any rate, Georgette was gifted to me with the instructions that I was not to intentionally kill her. My friends know my track record with plants. I did not feel it was appropriate to point out that I never intend to kill any of my plants. She’s lasted out her first week and a half, though, which is pretty good in terms of flower-plant lifespans in this household. I have no idea what to expect in terms of her annual life-cycle, though. Will she bloom all the time? How much water is too much? Her blooms get wilty when I don’t water her every day, but are some of those yellowy brown leaves a result of too much water? I just don’t know.
Georgette sits on the TV table near the porch windows because she seems to do better with a bit of light, and that’s the most consistent place for her to get it without being frozen on the porch. I will keep you updated on her progress or decline, as the case may be.
Bob2, for those who are concerned, seems to be doing fine. He’s still a bit sunburned from where I left him out on the porch this summer, and I’m not certain he’ll ever recover, but he seems to be plugging along just fine.
And now I will think about cleaning the kitchen, which is a mess. Or maybe I’ll read a bit more. . . . Decisions, decisions.