Last week I posted about my luck at opening a big ripe California avocado and finding a pit that had started to sprout. I put it in water and hoped that transition wouldn’t stop the growth.
Today I was encouraged seeing new growth.
Note the small new white roots on the bottom and the sprout coming out of the top!!
Looks like I will have a new avocado plant in 2017!!
okay, so sometimes real life becomes more important than online life. I have essentially dropped off the online grid-no blog, no facebook, no twitter and believe it or not…I just spent the last 24 hours without my phone!
imagine that…no texting, no email, no ability to call anyone
and I loved it!!!
over the last week or so I have also missed sharing some pretty cool stuff…
so be prepared!
“Thoughts lead on to purposes; purposes go forth in action; actions form habits; habits decide character; and character fixes our destiny.” —Tyron Edwards (1809-1894); theologian
i know my posts have been a bit sparse lately….a reflection on my mom drilling in to my head that if you can’t say something nice…and i would add productive, helpful and honest to that…then don’t say anything at all!
i have broken my own motto recently by saying too much, too soon and now i am wearing a big sign on my back that says “I AM AN IDIOT!” figuratively, of course….
i hope to be able to set the record straight and attempt to aplogize to those i may have let down…i have been absolutely tied in knots the past few weeks but i can finally breath again and will be taking it easy this weekend to relax…
on the way home from town yesterday…after having a really good lunch with the gang to celebrate maria getting her british citizenship…my throat started getting tingly…started feeling achy. today i haven’t been good for much of anything. when i opened my eyes this morning, i had big ambitions to give the house a good scrub but unless this 3rd cup of coffee and 400mg of ibuprofen kick in, i will probably remain in a vegetative state. calling in sick for work tomorrow is looking like a distinct possibility, which messes up my plan to call in at the end of the month….
it hasn’t gone unnoticed that today is 12 march…you know, the day i have been promised “feedback” about the teacher’s course. i know it’s still early but the postman has come and gone and if they are planning to send an email that contradicts the information that i got at the interview that i would be notified “by post”. losing hope every minute~~~
i have lots of other pesky little things troubling me…when i used to watch absolutely fabulous back in the states…6-7 years ago i used to think this was soooo funny….i don’t anymore…
one last little gripe…james’ dad, my ex…a perpetual source of irritation for me…sends james letters and cards on an irregluar basis…when i see them laying there under the post box i feel like he does it just to annoy me..the way he draws all over the envelope. 30 years ago i might have thought it was cute but now it just looks childish…
and when this came yesterday i was really annoyed…who has ever called me “mother”???
i have a few more choice words about that one but i don’t want to upset my sons….i know i am being petty and i should be over it by now but it just makes me wonder~~ why today??
on the good side, james has gone to school and i have wxrt on (louder than he likes), rose says i should be getting a package today or tomorrow and i have cleo to keep me company~~~
i feel like i have a huge invisible news blackout bubble around me…i haven’t received a single scrap of mail so far this week…
if i don’t get some news soon….
i have at least two job applications out there…i’ve lost count~~~
i’m waiting for james ACT test results…that was over a month ago~~~
and then there is the absolute thorn in my side…MY ILR!!
last night one of the docs was saying how his passport happened to fall out of his pocket at work…he thought it was funny that somehow he’d brought his passport to work and oops~~ it had just fallen out of his pocket when he bent over…as if he was going to make a quick getaway (his words).
i was choking…i said you’re just trying to torture me because i don’t have a passport!!! a few people started asking why etc and then the common consensus was that the home office IS holding me hostage and i’m never going to be let out…
okay, it was a funny joke and gave us all a good laugh at 2am but fucksake…it really is not a joke anymore as my filipina friend whose husband has gotten his back also has another friend who got theirs back…she said don’t worry this week…yeah, right!!!
next week i will start my american style phone call, letter writing campaign….and probably make a big ass out of myself because it will magically appear…
i found this site called breaking chicago news…it’s much different from the BBC
i like the obama watch
6:20 p.m. Leaves office for home.
12:24 p.m. Leaves transition office for Manny’s deli. Gets 2 cherry pies and 3 corned beef sandwiches. The bill was $48.34. He paid cash. Returns to office.
9:21 a.m. Arrives at transition office.
8:38 a.m. Returns home from workout.
7:29 a.m. Leaves house for workout.
Pool reports on Barack Obama’s day:
6:20 p.m. Returns home after watching performance by daughter.
5:03 p.m. Leaves house for event involving his daughters.
4:03 p.m. Heads home from transition office.
After lunch: According to staff, Obama presented Joe Biden, whose 66th birthday is Thursday, with a dozen cupcakes decorated with candles and teased, “You’re 12 years old!” Staff reported that Biden responded: “Maybe in dog years!” Obama led the rest of the staff in song, then handed over some Chicago-themed gifts: a White Sox cap, a Bears cap and a bucket of Garrett’s popcorn.
9:48 a.m. Arrives at transition office from home.
9.06 a.m. Finishes workout and leaves gym.
7.39 a.m. Leaves home for daily workout.
i apologize for the small type…i blame the website~~~~
i forced myself to go into town and meet up with my expat girlfrinds and the lovely little cate…who now says my name!!
i knew if i didn’t go i’d have wasted spent the day moping around, laying in bed and being pissed off that james overslept and didn’t go to school…
i’m glad i went… the girls, as always are very sympathetic to the anxiety that i feel and we all share a common bond….being expats.
when i got home i did snuggle under the blankets for a short time and listened to bbc2 but i’m now up and at’m, a cup of coffee and after having a bad time last night cutting glass…learned something new…about how my glass cutter actually works and just finished another big set of pieces…
going off to make some fajitas…
i didn’t get any good news today but at least i feel i accomplished something!!!