Has one yellowed leaf lost and another yellow on its edge. I’m terrible at plants, had bought four this spring and so far this is the only plant holding up. The others long met their doom. Ivy geranium is supposed to be an easy plant. I got it because I liked the scalloping and cupping shape of the leaves, and the asymetric growth of stems. It didn’t have any blossoms, but thats okay, its lasted this long and hasn’t suffered too much wind damage and nothing from upstairs fell on it.
Its a little bit of green on my fire escape I can look out onto over First Avenue that makes me smile.
The tiny TV I’ve had since 1985 died on me this week, and for once I didn’t drag around for months to replce something. Wednesday, I went to the storage place and shopping carted Bunny’s 15” oldie home, only to find it wouldn’t adapt to the digital tuning without a remote or trying manually, which sucked. So before complete insanity had set in, Saturday dragged myself to Kmart. I physically was not feeling up to bringing a big box home and in the warm weather tried to figure if I have it delivered what day would be good or if I couldn’t do that can I make it through to next week? In the store I lifted the box, mmmm, not bad maybe I can do this or take the bus home. Bought the TV went outside and remembered, there’s no M8 bus service on the weekends. Swift. Okay, cab full, cab full, cab full…. forget this, I’m dragging this home. First, I had a Mr Softee, either take a nap and further flatten the flat screen on the street (but it won’t get stolen, if its broken) or drag its corners home in a diabetic coma. Oh god, walking felt like forever, but I’m doing it, yes, sir, I am. And at 3am, I screwed on the TV’s plastic foot, turned this baby on. Its not running the way I thought it would. I thought having a digital TV you wouldn’t need a converted box, so why do I not have a signal without a converter box? I’m happy I have a TV, more happy I dragged myself outside and just did it. Must be my doubled-up sex drive.
I’ll ask TV makers people when my brain is working better why the autochannel set up isn’t.
Yesterday on facebook was Monty Python Day inappreciation of silly walks and silly people. It was really nice looking at old clips and having bizarre conversations. Miss doing that with people, and it seems like these days you’ve gotta make sure everyone is in the right frame of mind to do it otherwise it turns into a bitchfest.
Snatching a little basket of them every chance i get when I’m outside and eye a produce cart on the street. REally like those meaty, dark berries.
Didn’t walk around but made it to Brooklyn, and sat on Jeanie’s roof deck and we blew bubbles. Still feel very out of sorts and overwhelmed, but for a while there was a peaceful distraction.
I’m still here.
There’s a lovely tree that sprouts purple blossoms every spring that PS122 badly damaged, yet most of the remaining branches bloomed in spite of months wreckage. Its still here. And seeing it out my bedroom window on this cool, sunny morning made me happy.