My current curse in life is that I can't get this program to let me put a title on these posts anymore. I have no idea what I did. It was probably an involuntary muscle spasm. My friend Jay Hathway and I believed strongly in the redeeming power of the involuntary muscle spasm. It explained a lot about the choices we made. We used to slap each other and say "Involuntary muscle spasm!" This explained much of adolescence.
I can grow plants. That's part of what makes me a "homey guy." "Bring me home to Mom, baby. I'm homey!" About 18 months ago, I bought an orchid at Target. It was in the Orchid Department, with a bunch of othe orchids. It looked a lot like this:
This is a Paphilopedilum sukhakulii. It looked really scary and I was drawn to it. In Target, for God's sake!Picture it on a metal shelf, between the baskets and the silk flowers. This one is reputedly in the wild, but the one I bought was definitely in suburbia.
After 14 months, I got the Paphilopedilum to flower again. My family now believes I can grow orchids. This is a challenging prospect, but also very interesting. My mother-in-law, Donna, boght me the Phalaenopsis (Moth Orchid) for my birthday. That'd be the one at the top of this post.
I turned 49 Saturday, doing a sound check on the second flat-bed trailer stage in two nights of entertainment. It was some hot asphalt, but things cooled down and folks danced and did a conga line, at DB's suggestion. I have noticed that Fairfield crowds tend to be rather open to suggestion. One guy who appeared to be on the last stages of an ecstasy trip (and not one which included any recent hygiene) yelled "Group HUG!!!" really loud and raised his arms. The dancing Fairfieldians parted like the waters before Moses. Apparently the power of suggestion has its limits.
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...that would also be your current cursor in life, nicht? *ducks and other foul fowl*
Actually, you and Kevin simultaneously experienced the same curse -- we kid you not! There were about twenty minutes the other night when he sat there mumbling, "Why won't you let me enter a title, why won't you let me enter a title..." until I had to go over to see what all the fuss was. Dunno if it qualifies as being 'bloggered' or not. But, I don't believe this would have been a case of the muscle involuntarily spasming, as I noted no such spasm in my partner. Lovely story though.
I'm not sure if I'm more impressed with the photos or the growing! Orchids have always seemed to exotic for this gardener. Did well with houseplants until we moved into the cave with only northern light. And, considering our outdoor environ, I wasn't all that sad to let the plants go.
Last winter we kept a Black Magic Taro (in the pond in one of this months blog posts), along with the impatiens and begonias that fill our outdoor baskets this year. The living room at da Red House is a virtual greenhouse!
But, that's what I've been limited to. I know Mom would love an orchid if I could do it. Suggestions on where to start?
Fairfield, indeed! Glad you all made it back home!
I brought you home to Mom, baby. If I recall, you gave her all your money during the course of a poker game. She suggested I bring you home again...and she had no idea about 'homey'!
Make nice!
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