Thursday, December 18, 2014

I am soooo tired.

Thank goodness I made it through the holidays!

What?! The holidays aren't over yet?!
All I can say to that is: omg.

Thankfully, I haven't packed on any holiday pounds yet.  Remember that motivational intestinal virus for Thanksgiving?  And maybe I don't partake in any regular exercise but that doesn't mean I'm not constantly moving like a hamster on a wheel.
Last week, I got off the hamster wheel and took a walk in my neighborhood.
This is something I almost NEVER do.  I spend a lot of time outside so when it's time to "exercise" I prefer to do it in the AC while watching a movie on Netflix.  I didn't see much in my neighborhood and for that, I'm am somewhat grateful.  You just never know, these days.
Neighborhood loquat.
I wanted my own loquat tree as soon as I moved to Florida.  They produce a fruit the size of a small plum that has that tangy tropical taste and, as you can see, the compact tree sports attractive leaves and flowers.  Then I found out that the seeds are poisonous which doesn't concern me for my own safety, nor that of my chickens because the seed would pass right through them, but for my crazy, perpetually starved (in their own minds) dachshunds, who would crunch the poisonous nuggets up any chance they got.  Scratch the loquat.

Something with pretty leaves.
What a gorgeous shrub with leaves that are green on the top and purple underneath.
Just sayin'.

Pine needles.
I love the smell and texture of the long needles from slash pines.  You can buy these in bales to use as mulch.  Yes, you could also rake them up from a willing neighbor's yard for free. 
 My question is, how do I turn these pine needles into...
A fabulous pine needle basket.
My answer is, I don't.
This is a craft better left to learn and master in my dotage, assuming I'm not already in my dotage.

Thankfully, my walk terminated in my yard after an exhausting 10 minutes.
Why even wander?
Beautiful, beautiful mimosa tree.
Brought to the US in the 18th century, probably considered an invasive exotic,
 but beloved none the less.  I appreciate that this plant looks pretty even when it's not blooming due to the feathery leaves.

Soon to be the world's oldest snake plant.
Not really, but this snake plant is still in the original plastic tub that it was in when I bought it at a grocery store in Missouri approx. 15 years ago.  I got tired of dusting it about 3 years ago and set it outside under the angel trumpet tree.  Happy as a clam (whatever that means).

Any day now...
Thaz right!  Look at all these future pigeon peas.  Another 5 months and I'll have enough for lunch.

Unrelated topics.
A huge chunk of fossilized coral I just found in the Alafia River.
So freakin' cool!!!

Still one of my favorite souvenirs, I bought this brazier in Nicaragua for $13.
Can you believe I got it home without breaking it?
And on a Spirit Air red-eye!

How NOT to advertise your hair salon.

And now, to close with a peaceful interlude.
One of my recent collages.  Love how it turned out.
Much easier than weaving pine needles, I'm sure.










Tuesday, December 2, 2014

My Thanksgiving: Fantasy vs. Reality

My Thanksgiving morning began with
an Intestinal Virus.
I mostly gave thanks that I wasn't vomiting but fever, aches, diarrhea, and being bedridden for 3 days 
Sucked.
There goes the holiday weekend!  
Consequently, I had to do some serious expectation adjusting.

The following photo represents my fantasy Thanksgiving indicated by the amazing abundance of traditional foodstuffs I purchased for gorging:

But here is the reality of my Thanksgiving meal:

As a testament to my almost superhuman force of will, I still managed to pull over on my careful, painful journey to Walgreens and pick up a piece of trash:
Hey, I would've picked this up even if I had been vomiting.  It used to be a table lamp but it will live again as my new dining room chandelier.  Stay tuned for that project!  
You'll still be reading 3 years from now, right?

Anyhoo...I figured after 3 days on a diet of "Wal-lyte" and air I would arise from my sickbed looking something like this:
A little lean, granted, but still with great hair.


Reality check!
It was something a little closer to this but without the chicken. 
And the wine.
And the smile.

Who needs reality when we can focus our attention on something lovely like this orchid?
Thaaaat's better...

But I would be lying if I suggested my first day back in the world of the living 
didn't involve alcohol.
Weird craving for me. 
I never drink stout but something about sipping it's heavy, bitter taste gave me just enough strength to venture out where I had a fantasy of finding an amazing Black Friday/Cyber Monday/Come On You Can Do It! sale price on a good espresso maker, maybe one like this:
Not the Lexus of espresso makers but a solid Nissan, with a sale price of half the internet listing.
It may be a marketing ploy but that day NO ONE (in the 2 stores I limped through) carried a mid-range espresso maker.  It was all, MR. COFFEE or BREVILLE. 
My reality was me, leaning weakly on an empty shopping cart, pondering the latest episode of "Shilling With the Stars":
It's perfume, right?  One word: brilliant.