How Things Change & Stay the Same

Left Sunday 5:30ish P.M. for the Cape, back today 4:30ish P.M.  That's about 72 hours, and about 11 hours of it was drive time. But you can fit so much in that window!

Back home, things have changed a little. My orchid plant is blooming. I've never had that luck with an orchid before; once it dies, it dies. But my friend Patsy's mom told her to give an orchid three ice cubes a week and Patsy told me. It really does work. My other orchid plant is ready to burst forth, too.

And my red geranium, bought on Cape Cod a couple summers ago and biked to Wonderstrand Way in my basket, is also budding. It usually just produces leaves indoors for me. I gave it a little magic blue Miracle-Gro, and that helped.

Good night.

TCOY

1. Breathed in that Cape Cod air. On our way home, we popped into St. Joan of Arc thrift shop in Orleans and Sug and I waited outside for Anne and Nikki. The air felt so clean and pure. I noticed something mysterious about a lone gravestone out front--a pastor [I think?] who was there through 1965....I don't know why, it somehow caught my eye and I'm still thinking about it.
2. The ride home took us over the Cape Cod Canal, which looked so pretty as we crossed the Bourne Bridge.
3. Got to talk and laugh a lot with Anne and Nikki.
4. H. made a healthy supper, with a huge salad and baked sweet potatoes.
5. I'm going to bed now. I slept terribly last night, with a long, ongoing dream about a very complicated standardized test I was taking with hundreds of other people. I was late, failing miserably, totally confused. It was all about categorizing and organizing things: things in a circus [clowns, etc.]; things in a dining room buffet [forks, knives, spoons]; drills and tiny drill bits in varying sizes. What a nightmare. Need to sleep peacefully tonight.