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Dear Diary, April 12: waiting....
Apr. 12th, 2012 12:33 pmIt feels as though my entire life is on hold, although of course it isn't.
I see things on the windowsill that need tending to. I really need to re-pot the Nopalxochia, based on what my friend Matt told me about overwatering. He said that overwatering causes root rot that will result in the bottom half of whatever's in your pot turning to muck. I overwatered last summer, having not yet learned that Nopalxochia wilt in the heat even when they're not thirsty. I also have a couple dozen Schlumbergera -- seedlings no longer, with full sized leaves and an appetite for growth, needing a little more lebensraum. But I can't do any of those things, because...
My "potting shed" is my upstairs kitchen, which is full of sheets of drying springerle. Cookies and potting soil are not a good combination for anyone except maybe a three-year-old.
On the work front, everything important is out for approval and the remaining tasks, such as filing, do not entice. And my brain doesn't seem to be set for flashes of brilliance that will create new projects at the moment.
The hippeastrum pods are in the final stages of maturity. The one of greatest interest, papilio x emerald, is starting to yellow and show deeper indentations at the "seams." In fact, one of the seams may be about to crack open. It's a bit like those last couple weeks of pregnancy -- come on, already. Come to think of it, I was in those last couple weeks of pregnancy at precisely this time of the year in 1973. I went into labor on April 24.
Well, hey-ho. The coffeepot just made its "I'm done" noise. Maybe after some coffee I'll feel like filing. Or otherwise cleaning my office.
I see things on the windowsill that need tending to. I really need to re-pot the Nopalxochia, based on what my friend Matt told me about overwatering. He said that overwatering causes root rot that will result in the bottom half of whatever's in your pot turning to muck. I overwatered last summer, having not yet learned that Nopalxochia wilt in the heat even when they're not thirsty. I also have a couple dozen Schlumbergera -- seedlings no longer, with full sized leaves and an appetite for growth, needing a little more lebensraum. But I can't do any of those things, because...
My "potting shed" is my upstairs kitchen, which is full of sheets of drying springerle. Cookies and potting soil are not a good combination for anyone except maybe a three-year-old.
On the work front, everything important is out for approval and the remaining tasks, such as filing, do not entice. And my brain doesn't seem to be set for flashes of brilliance that will create new projects at the moment.
The hippeastrum pods are in the final stages of maturity. The one of greatest interest, papilio x emerald, is starting to yellow and show deeper indentations at the "seams." In fact, one of the seams may be about to crack open. It's a bit like those last couple weeks of pregnancy -- come on, already. Come to think of it, I was in those last couple weeks of pregnancy at precisely this time of the year in 1973. I went into labor on April 24.
Well, hey-ho. The coffeepot just made its "I'm done" noise. Maybe after some coffee I'll feel like filing. Or otherwise cleaning my office.
