Something Lost

Today

I rebelled against myself rebelling against society. And I matched my socks. Second time doing so within a week.

I helped a blind man put a resume together.

My To Do list ('Today's Necessary' version) was completed a lot sooner than I expected.

I listened to Jaymay (Sycamore Down is my song of choice for the day . . . "What might you say if you could tell me anything?"). I always listen to the Jaymay station on Pandora, lately. Except it's mixed with Band of Horses and stuff because of my 'likes', so it is definitely an enjoyable source of sanity.

I cried.

My poetry class went mostly as I'd planned. I got docked a whole lot of points. I mostly deserved it. But I partially didn't.

Matching socks.

My window mobile.

Significance of the above picture? That's the top of what is apparently called "my closet". See that space between the wall and the closet? The other day I had a lot of homework, so naturally I cleaned my room. I had just finished a picture of some ballerinas with a lot of shading and plenty of time put into the project. I didn't really have a place to put it where it wouldn't get ruined, so I put it on top of my closet where it fit and it would be out of the way. As soon as I let go of the drawing, my heart plummeted down, down to my feet. Sliiip. The drawing slid right down the wall to the ground, down a gap I hadn't realized even existed. Lost forever in oblivion down a gaping hole where people bury their futures.

Yes. A pen now supports my amaryllis. 

The poor plant now has a certain air of rabbit.

You Grow, Girl

Ain't my little amaryllis turnin' into a little beauty.

You have to talk like a hick if you're an amaryllis farmer.

I'm just pleased with the fact that it's alive and thriving, still.

Leaves and Twigs and Amaryllis

When I was about to plant my Amaryllis kit, I realized that there wasn't a hole in the bottom of the pot to drain the plant water.

I asked my green-thumbed mother what to do. "Fill the bottom with gravel."

So I went out to the garden, scooped up some gravel, and brought it into the house. My mom looked at the handful of rocks and leaves and twigs and said, "You might want to pick out the leaves and twigs. And probably wash the gravel in case there's bacteria on it."

So I began picking out the leaves and twigs, slowly realizing that the process was going to take longer than I would have liked to complete.

Then Jillian chimed into my internal conflict. "I have an idea. Fill up the sink with water and pour the rocks in. All the leaves and twigs will float to the top. Then you can wash the gravel at the same time."

I blinked.

The process was completed a lot faster than I anticipated.

Amaryllis

At my work party a couple weeks ago, we had our waiter divvy out the gifts we brought to each of the shop workers.

I got an amaryllis kit. Including a pot, a bulb, and soil.

Just add water.

I planted it today. Even though the label said, "Plant ASAP or else your plant may die because you neglected it. Nature hater."

I'm not really the plant-seeds-and-bulbs-because-I-have-the-greenest-of-thumbs type of person, but today I was a little excited to have my very own plant in a cute little white pot. I don't know if it's the responsibility of caring for this little photosynthesis-reliant sprout or if it's the idea of something new that is appealing to me.

Either way, I have a plant. It's an amaryllis. I am adamant that it thrives.