UM … NOTHING??? This has never happened to me before.

After looking around the house for awhile (still nothing), I spent some time finishing the few tiny pieces leftover from my last project … and then I looked around the room again. I tried moving some furniture here and there. Eh. I cleaned up those leftover tiny pieces, and then I wondered if I should start on the next piece, but I wasn’t really ready for that. And then I finally decided to go to the plant store and ogle some plants.

Ogling is pretty much always a good way to spend time, don’t you think? I managed to buy a few and hope they live. “Hope” is the key word here. In truth, I’ve never been good at keeping plants alive. Ever. Any kind of plant — even the ones that say “foolproof.” And I can’t help wondering … why not???? Seriously, why not? I know how to do pretty much everything involved, and it isn’t that hard. And yet . . .

On second thought, I noticed that the girl who checked me out did remove the soil from the vase (dumped it, actually) and added all fresh soil, which seemed a novel and really good idea. Nonetheless I’m hopeful, even if not particularly optimistic on the turnout.

Now, my husband is a different egg. He can grow anything, and by anything, I mean everything. I don’t have that gene and I’ll likely never get better at trying, and that’s okay. It’s also why he takes care of the garden — well, … and the food, and the dusting, and the miscellanea, but that’s okay too, because I’m really, really good at other things: great ideas, lots of girlfriends, playing with babies, and saying “let’s go out to dinner!” All necessities, I promise.

And of course it doesn’t really matter how we spend time. Somehow, we all pretty much find the right path.

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