So instead I will talk about how much I hope that my African Violet plant recovers from the neglect of my half-hearted love and eventually blooms flowers again.
Right now we are at the point where I have eliminated the leaves that were yellowing and I have her at my desk so that I remember to water her regularly instead of not regularly.
I coo and coddle her with my mind (instead of my words, to avoid crazy looks from my worker neighbors) and let her know with my eyes how much she is loved.
It is possible she will remember with bitterness her time in the office window over there, where I could not see her, and where the old adage came true, 'Out of sight, out of mind.' I kept forgetting to water her, and even setting Outlook reminders on my calendar could not remedy the drought that was her bed.
I thought I was doing her a favor, giving her unencumbered access to sunshine, but according to the internet, she doesn't need that much sunshine after all, and can exist just as well on my desk under the flourescent lights as she can over there, out of my line of sight.
She is looking good, albeit a little sparse. Her bed of dirt is moist, and her leaves are green. I love her. I was a bad parent for awhile. But, God-willing, that shall change.
Sometimes I say things in my head that I think are funny and I want to write them down. Sometimes I use writing as a way to process my thoughts, which are murky and ungraceful. Mostly this is a self-gratifying interweb experiment that started in 2003 and I keep it up simply because I want to see how it all ends. In some ways, this is better than a photo. I grew up in this blog from 2003 to today.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Sneaky Google
I really hate the way that Google has latched itself on to all these things like youtube and blogspot. I used to have passwords for these things that were specific, unique, safe and, most importantly, MEMORIZED.
But one by one any site that I use that is now inextricably linked to Google has at point or another confused me so thoroughly that without realizing it, I changed my passwords to my favorite and most used sites, inadvertently created at least three new accounts, and I am now completely unsure which NEWLY COMPLICATED password I have set for myself for a variety of sites.
(insert swear word here) Google!
Oops. Did I mention I am super sleepy and cranky today?
But one by one any site that I use that is now inextricably linked to Google has at point or another confused me so thoroughly that without realizing it, I changed my passwords to my favorite and most used sites, inadvertently created at least three new accounts, and I am now completely unsure which NEWLY COMPLICATED password I have set for myself for a variety of sites.
(insert swear word here) Google!
Oops. Did I mention I am super sleepy and cranky today?
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