day 3

Ah yes, we are trucking along nicely here on planet unemployment. Solitude is peaceful, and though I go outside 5 times a day to see if my seeds have sprouted yet, I have strange faith that things will be growing shortly. Even the saddest Chitalpa trees in the world are showing new growth. I had all but written them off, for they looked like 2 very weak sticks when I planted them 8 months ago, and the killer frost this winter I figured didn't do them any favors. But lo and behold, new leaves are sprouting. Maybe by 2010 they'll actually end up providing some shade. The ficus is not faring as well, not a new bud to be found anywhere. And I might have to write that one off for good. But 10 years with that tree, inside, outside, pawning it off on friends when I left town, TEN YEARS, and seven LA based apartments and now D-E-D. I'm feeling remarkably bad about it. Perhaps some digging on the internet will give me some sense of false hope. I can't imagine the energy it's projecting is good for my front door area. The smaller ficus I bought for my desktop seems to recovered from its bout of yellow soil mold, so maybe this is a sign for a fresh start: support the children, bury the elders? Meanwhile, Mo sits in his window spot, watching birds. The Creamsicle is at the back door whining about... something, as he does constantly. What do you want cat? Food? Love? Attention? It will be sad when they go, but I can't imagine who would want these two beasts of burden. I've become accustomed to their patrol, as neighbor Mike agreed. And look, i didn't complain about 'match.com guy that has ignored me after one email' once. Progress.