My mother had a Christmas cactus. As a houseplant, it was pretty much as advertised — easy to care for, impervious to all but the most heinous abuse. And it bloomed like clockwork every year, only not at Christmas. My mom ignored it other than regular watering, and it rewarded her by blooming at Halloween. Fortunately, its blossoms were a sort of salmon/orange color, so it went with the general Halloween theme.
I bought a Christmas cactus last year, at Christmas. It bloomed through the holidays and then threatened to die, but I repotted it and it found a new reason to live. Encouraged, I hit the internet and downloaded a multi-page document detailing exactly how I should care for it to ensure another bloom at Christmas 2006. I can’t say I followed it religiously — there was something about both lowering the temperature and reducing the light by sticking it in a cool closet. All my closets are more or less room temperature, so I opted to just leave it outside until right before first frost. The night I brought it in, it had tiny blossoms forming.
Huh. I checked the multi-page document, which said the plant should be “developing buds” in October for a holiday bloom. It went into the front window, where the development hit the gas.
And now we’re right on track to be in full flower at… Halloween:
Oh, well. It’s still very pretty. I bought pink for a reason. One gets tired of all that red and green at the holidays.
If it isn’t quite Christmas on the calendar, it felt like it was closer than it is, today. Of course this was the day Alan elected to take the boat out of the water, because nothing says “winter’s coming” like taking waves from a stiff northwest wind over your starboard bow, eh? Fortunately I wasn’t there; I was on car duty. But we got Lush Life de-masted and hoisted from the water and her bottom power-washed. Soon she’ll be on her winter cradle and buttoned up for the duration. Fun fact: If you don’t wash off the bottom slime with a hose immediately upon removal from the water — that is, before it dries — you’ll be removing it with a chisel a day later. All the books tell you this, and it must be true, because that is, quite literally, the first thing the guys at the marina do, once the hull is clear of the surface. Why can’t this miraculous substance be harnessed for good?
Pardon me if I sound rather empty-headed today. I sat for an hour this morning trying to think of something to say about the upcoming elections and realized I was as empty as a cup. What else is there to say? Bush is really really really really really really bad? The Michigan governor’s race is really really really really really depressing? Everything else feels like piling on. I know who I’m voting for, and if the election were held tomorrow, I’d be really really really really really happy to get it over with.
Here in Michigan, and everywhere else I expect, the campaigns (and hence, the ads) have entered the “desperate” state. It’s the Week of the Undecided Woman, and both campaigns are pulling out the stops. Jennifer Granholm has an ad about abortion, and Dick DeVos has one featuring his very pretty daughters and their very pearly white smiles, saying “Vote for my dad.” Both are fairly lame, but DeVos’ is lamer, as I don’t care a whit what the third generation of Amway wealth thinks of anything. But. These are desperate times. DeVos is behind, facing a candidate who has little going for her other than telegenic good looks. I guess he figures: Fire with fire. We’ll see how it works.
Still empty. I guess it’s houseplant bloggin’ until the well refills, eh?
Update: Just went through the comment spam file. It’s the usual — comments loaded with links for pharma products, porn and the like. I don’t usually go through the comment spam, except that lately it’s been catching our own Mary, and sure enough, there she was. Again. I de-spammed her, reread the part on the page where it says de-spammed comments will be resubmitted to the filters, “so that it will learn,” and wondered when this learning might take place. Ah, well. I also like to take note of the different tacks spammers are using to penetrate the filter. This is a recent hit parader:
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Man, that says “my native language isn’t English” as well as anything, don’t you think? There’s also a naked-celebrities site that uses come-ons like this:
Remember Bacon in Footloose and Quicksilver? Now those were some classics.
I am pretty surprised that Julia Roberts is getting all politcal! I read she is supporting raising taxes on oil. That’s gotta be a pretty unpopular opinion these days.
Thanks, jerk. Into the ether with you.