I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I’m in love and it’s a sunny day
Good day Sunshine!
John Lennon & Paul McCartney recorded by The Beatles 1966
One of the most sublime experiences we can ever have is to wake up feeling healthy after we have been sick.
Rabbi Harold Kushner
I had the Badger Cab Company come and haul me off to see Dr Ted Week again this morning. It was such a beautiful day in the neighborhood and I was feeling so much better after my adjustment that coming home I had them drop me off on the Capitol Square so I could stop by the Wednesday Farmer’s Market on Martin Luther King Drive since I had a $10 bill burning a hole in my pocket.
I wanted to see if I could find a nice spiky plant for the pot I have to transplant my fern out of. At Indian Trail Greenhouses I found just what I was looking for. But alas I forgot to ask the little fella’s name. He’s got a purple cast to him and what a bargain he was at $2.00! I’ll just call him Spike. He’s a healthy little guy!
So I felt more than justified to spend $4.25 on a gorgeous little Wandering Jew AKA the more politically correct Zebrina over at The Salad Garden. She’s just adorable. My Grandmother grew this plant on her north porch and taught me how to pinch the new leaves back to keep it from getting “leggy.” Someone has certainly been pinching this little lady’s cheeks because she is as chubby as she can be! I was just enchanted with her the moment I saw her.
Does anyone else think their plants have male and female characteristics? Do you give them names? I have four different Philodendrons in the apartement and they are all started from cuttings from the same plant. I had five but I sent one down to live in the office downstairs because it was stuffy in there and Erica swore she couldn’t keep a plant alive. If she can kill a Philodendron in water she’s a miracle worker.
Anyway, back to the point, of the four Phillys left 3 of mine are girls and one is a gay guy. His name is Oscar. He’s ailing too. I keep moving him around trying to find the right spot for him but he just won’t thrive. I think he’s lonely and I should get him a new friend. I think Spike might be a little too aggressive for him. Any suggestions?
My Spider plant Matilda is finally beginning to thrive since I took her out of any direct sunlight at all and and got her higher than Patches could reach to eat her babies. But I have to divy her up and/or repot her because she’s so root bound she can’t possibly be able to breathe in that corset she’s wearing.
I got back home in time for a nice lunch at the Senior Center. It was this month’s Birthday dinner and Tim the Balloon Man was there to make creations for us. I got a Tahitian hat. But I have to be careful how I wear it because if I put the flowers over the wrong ear it indicates I’m available and all the fellas will be chasing me down. Tim said so. The race is on!
I felt so much better after my adjustment that I came home and did some chores around the house, spent quite a bit of time writing and cut out an outfit from that butterfly tie dye fabric at Hancock’s Farbric out at Westgate Mall I just had to have a few weeks ago. It takes awhile for me to get any one of those things done as I can’t sit or stand in any one position for any length of time so I’m constantly switching from project to project. I really took a bad header this time.
Ted and his sister Laura have kept me on my feet and moving forward for nine years but especially since I took a terrible fall at the Memorial Union at the University three years ago. I owe them my mobility and probably my independence.