Maura's Illuminated Manuscript

Around six months ago, I split an African violet into three highly unequal pieces and potted the pieces. Why unequal, do you ask? Because the way the leaves are joined up with the root ball, one of the pieces ends up with most if not all of the roots. I ended up sticking two rootless leaves in a pot. The leaves have survived and even grown a new root ball, but I've seen no new leaves from that pot yet.

Fast forward to today, when I needed to split yet another violet. Now I have another pot full of rootless leaves, this time fifteen (15) of them. We'll see how this goes. Oh by the way, the other two leaves got moved to a different pot.

It's a good thing violets are tough little plants. I now have three that I've mangled into asymmetry, and two pots full of isolated leaves. Hey, as long as they stay green, I'm cool.

Oh, and my my pots still match (some colors in) the Pride flag on my wall.

The empty box to my air mattress, which I last used at )'(, was mysteriously in the way as I parked my bike in the garage this evening. My stuff, it mocks me. Naturally I had to run around in a frenzy until I found my air mattress, snug in its bin awaiting the next trip to the playa. Or, perhaps, a ravey thing in the wilderness east of the Abbey? Hmm!

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M'boy has started school, which means he and I are both getting up earlier. I made the mistake of opening the infocrack Economist last night at bedtime. I'm halfway to the floor as I type.

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Figs fresh off the tree are divine. Figs moldy off the tree because you waited too long to check it aren't so much.

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The Puppigrrl's breathing has become labored even when it isn't hot. I've known for some time she has an enlarged heart.

On the other hand, I've learned that my commute is about to get shorter by at least half in less than two months. It'll be twenty (20) mostly flat minutes each way by bicycle, baybee, close to schmi unless she's moved. I've achieved an optimal commute. Can I get a hell yeah?

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Enough thrifting for now. I need something new, if cheap. This month's shopping trip for everyday girl clothes is either Targét or Frederico's in Redmond; I won't be crushed if no one wants to come with me.

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No plans for the weekend yet. I'm thinking that isn't a bad thing, oddly enough.

Remember my spuds from the previous entry that got killed by the heat? Well, I had to get them out of the trash can they were growing in so I could toss them in the yard waste and spread the soil on a tarp to dry prior to storage.

Now, my sense of smell is somewhat less keen than average, for which I'm occasionally grateful. It was to no avail this time, though. My poor neighbor was out watering things, and I apparently gassed him into his house from a good fifty feet away.

@*%#ing heat wave. They were doing so well I was hoping I could take a picture when they got as tall (including can) as I am.

...you see yourself in the bathroom mirror and notice sawdust on you from the apple tree you pruned a couple of hours ago.

Feeling lonely. My e-mail box has an echo in it. Would anybody care to remedy that?